Sometimes in science you feel like you're on the edge. On the edge of discovery. On the edge of sanity. On the edge of summer.
Today has felt like all of the above. Working on a PhD is one of the most masochistic ventures a person can do. It can be incredibly rewarding: an idea develops; you learn constanty. It can also be frustratingly menial.
The personalities in science often have a chip on their shoulders. Underlings often suffer.
In my case, the personal and professional overlap in big ways. Few of my friends in my phd town are non-science. After several years, all the social circles have collided.
A professor in undergrad once told me that once you get to the edge of what's known, that's when science happens.
Most of the time, I feel like a drone in my work and a loser in my personal life.
On the upside, I am generating some great data. I am on the edge of science.
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