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Thursday, February 15, 2007

PhDs - the real story

A friendly Protestant blog (which I'll link to once I'm on the computer with bookmarks) directed me to PHD, a comic strip which may be about American science graduates but which is basically my life for the last five years. The first box of this rang all sorts of embarrassing bells... WARNING: If you are remotely familiar with graduate student life, DO NOT CLICK ON THE LINK as your day will be GONE.

What it doesn't tell you is that the life of a very very very junior academic isn't that much different, and that having a PhD doesn't make you the fantastically exciting person it was meant to. (Neither do new shoes, despite their promise.) S'pose we'll have to try, y'know, grace and all that...