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"At first, I didn’t tell anyone. I faked the funk. I didn’t want their pity. I didn’t want them saying, 'well I’m so sorry,' while thinking, 'glad it wasn’t me.'"

I won't be confined by other people's notions of who I am and what I should do. I'm starting to feel free.

People don't leave because they can't cut it; they leave because they find some other place that welcomes them, lets them express themselves, and rewards them according to their merits.

I've found motivation, desperation, and rage to comfort me in my later years.

My haggard "I'm tired, overworked, and just want to be quiet right now" look has, I've learned recently, been misinterpreted as a "get the heck away from me, I'm angry" look. I hadn't the slightest idea.

"This is probably why I won't be going into hardcore academia; I value my time, my family, and my friends far too much to be ruled by my job."

The funny thing is, there seems to be a myriad of attitudes around me about this wretched exam.

The change from the dull delirium and insane drama that characterized my first year and half of graduate school has been welcome.

Daphne never struck me as the type of person who would stop doing something just because she wasn't happy.

Just getting started, it can be hard to keep my long-term objectives in mind.

What you don't always think about when starting graduate school is that sometimes the choice to go to graduate school--especially when you haven't already met that special someone--can delay or impede your social progress, even as it advances your career.

"Alas, I have found that this process has given me new vigor about my work and the work I am proposing to do."

I’m not sure that a lot of my professors enjoy teaching. I’m not sure any of them were taught to teach. For some, it seems to be an absolute pain.

I resisted the urge to cuss him out, jump, scream, or otherwise make a fool of myself, and we both rediscovered something "cool" about the project.

Have aliens taken over my advisor's body and released him from emotional oblivion?

What a difference some data make.

"Now, a year later, it’s amazing how little those events have affected my daily life. I often feel removed from everything going on around me."

For those of you still on the conference warpath, good luck! For those of you still hidden in the lab, I hope you'll get out and see the sun soon. As for me, I'll be hunkered down in the lab; my travels for the year have ended.

You learn to eat the elephant one bite at a time and not try swallowing it whole.

"I don’t have time for hostile relationships, especially with my adviser."