Attempting to read a dense book chapter
"Why do you want to be in school for so long?"
"What if Walter White told stupid chemistry jokes instead of cooking meth?"
I try to remain impersonal on this tumblr. But I come back to you both as a PhD student and a cancer survivor. Spending as much time as I did in the hospital, I had a lot of time to consider my life choices and whether I wanted to continue on this path as I was struggling for my life. And I do. I want this more than anything. As much as we struggle with our classes, theses, advisors, etc., we really are a privileged lot. And that’s why we’re here. To commiserate. To support.
I beat cancer. How much worse could a PhD be? It’s time to resume the rage!
Homework, work, thesis