I'm not being cynical... NO I'M NOT! I am only being realistic.
We are poor, and sometimes only survive on instant noodle
I have encountered a situation when I literally live on weekly basis. Scraping on whatever I have in the almost-empty-fridge to survive. Thinking twice, sometimes thrice on whether I should buy that loaf of bread. Whatever extra money is kept to pay the rent and household bills. The house rent alone costs me AUD 1140 a month.
We are constantly busy doing something that is against our will
Doing research is not exactly very enjoyable. I would certainly choose a different adjective for research. Such proper adjectives will be IMPOSSIBLE or CRAZY or SOUL DRAINING…especially soul draining..
Our bosses get cheap, if not free labour from our goodwill
Since we are lawfully sponsored by the government, and our supervisors, which is the only boss that have the ability to steer the working environment into either pleasant or horrible, is also the only person in the world that the government listens to in order to ensure a continual sponsorship, like it or not a PhD student will have to obey on whatever extra work needed to be done to receive good comments on his or her working attitude. It will be lucky if you get paid whatever value it will be. But most often than not, it will be a free service.
We are suffering from a continuous repressed anger over ourselves, or our boss, or that other student that stole our findings.. These things stayed repressed and can eventually cause a mental breakdown
~ 5% of graduate student actually flung the whole thing because of some form of mental breakdown..usually depression, but I'm not surprised if some might even have bipolar, or schizo for that matter..ngehehehehe.. It never happen to me though..=^.^=
We missed out on the "real social functions"..
the ones I go to always have a certain peculiarity on their names, like "ANNUAL GALA FOR MEDICAL RESEARCHERS" or "ANNUAL DINNER FOR THE SOCIETY OF REPRODUCTIVE BIOLOGY" and something like that. The core of the events always involve someone giving a speech on either research or academia.. People were excited at the number of papers published instead of in what I imagine in a "real social functions" where people congratulating each other on their marriage or their new babies..Our friends from previous universities or schools have gatherings and weddings and outings and purposefully forget to invite us.
That is why I just couldn't explain this excitement that I feel vibrating inside every single cell in my body when I walk those steps towards my PhD student's office?
Why the hell that I'm almost bouncing off my feet when I walked to the stereology room in full anticipation as if something unexpected and exciting is going to happen?
Why oh why did I feel pressured in reading all these journals day in and day out like they are an addictive vampire fiction that is impossible to put down?
Well friends, though I hate to admit it... I think I've found the answer. I have become the scary person I never thought I could ever be. I have embraced research like it is part of me, like it is part of what makes me, ME.. I LOVE RESEARCH.
The only thing that I have to do now is to stop my brain from imagining me looking like Einstein. No offense, Prof Einstein..I just think that your hair is so out of style. hahahahaha..
So what if I wanna love research?
It wouldn't have hurt if I become a hot scientist doctor would it?
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