![]() It’s okay to be imperfect, and hard on yourself, messy and confused and uncertain and scared. Days when I wish I could turn back the clock and “give it all back / for a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two”. But I would be lying if I said I haven’t experienced those days when I wish I could throw all of that out of the window. I've learned a lot already in my first seven months of grad school, not only about spindles and frogs and mitochondria and lipids and microglia and a bunch of other biology, but also about the type of scientist I think I want to be, the type of person I know I am and want to be. ![]() ![]() Similar analogies can easily be made about life in general, but let's stick to grad school for now, okay? It’s less daunting than tackling all of life. ![]() There are good days and bad days, days when everything works, days when your brain feels so numb from something incredibly repetitive and monotonous, days when you feel like you have good footing on your project, days when you feel completely overwhelmed by the number of papers you haven't read or have stacked up on your desk or on some electronic To-Be-Read-ASAP list, days when you have assignments hanging over your head. No one ever said that graduate school was easy. ![]()
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