Being a grad student is weird
February 27, 2012
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Lately, I’ve been thinking about how weird it is being a grad student.
Not BAD weird (necessarily) but weird, as in, “not like normal life”. It’s very different from the life I remember when I had a Real Job and worked for the government. A “9-5” day does not exist. Neither does a five-day work week. My time is not really my own, even if it’s mine to manage. I’m starting to think that time management in grad school is not a mere professional skill that one learns by using day planners and calendars; it’s more like a mystic art form that requires trekking to some sacred mountaintop where you eat only grass and fight ninjas before the Great Secret of Getting Things Done In A Timely Manner is passed on to you. I blogged/ranted a little more about some of these ideas here last week.
Being a grad student is SO weird, that the experience seems to be almost universal in its weirdness. We’re caricatures, we grad students. That’s probably why I laughed my butt off when I watched this:
Even though that video featured a biomed student, I’m sure I’ve said 90% of those things at some point during my grad programs (pretty much all of it but the stuff about my PI hating me and bit about the lasers – but give it time, give it time – I’m not going to be done for 2 years…no 4…no 6…well, a while anyways. I’m sure I can find a reason to use lasers for something).
The weirdest thing of all, perhaps? Despite the crazy hours, self doubt, failed experiments, writers block, nerve-wracking exams, and uncertainty about the future, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.