At the end of last year, I reached an academic milestone: I got my name on an office door. I was pretty stoked, and posted a short video of myself, grinning like a maniac in front of said victory door. But it occurred to me that the post didn’t capture the reality of my academic journey so far. Sure, I’d just …
“That sounds like a job you want when you’re four years old, not a job you actually have as an adult.” That’s how someone responded when I told them what I do for a living. Of course, I was in no way offended. She was dead right. Conservation biology is exactly what I wanted to …
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.
It’s not about having a hassle-free PhD. It’s about picking yourself up when things suck.
Apart from a few, supremely well-adjusted individuals, everyone seems to suffer from imposter syndrome. If everyone has it, then maybe these feelings are normal?