PhD students are a miserable bunch. Or at least, I’m worried that’s how we must come across to the rest of the world.
You have graphs. You have answers. The only thing left is to figure out what the hell you think about them. And then to write it all down.
Valuable lessons from my first (failed) attempt at a grant application.
Develop writing skills, engage a broad audience, stay in the loop – what have you got to lose?
Don’t ever tell me that there is a problem I am incapable of solving because of my gender.
It’s not about having a hassle-free PhD. It’s about picking yourself up when things suck.
Late last year I took a break from what was becoming a pretty intense relationship.