In middle school I played the clarinet until my tiny ass hands couldn’t reach the lower part of it, then I quit.
I haven’t spoken to my father in 5 years, and he has no idea his first born child is a PhD student.
I don’t know whether I am indifferent or jealous most of the time when a girl has a father who is actually a good dad.
It is extremely difficult for me to show anyone I love them through physical affection besides with my mom, which is just hugging anyway.
Some of the ticks I worked with on undergrad were so small that I lost them, never told anyone, and continued the DNA extraction protocol knowing that there was a 10% the DNA would correctly amplify anyway.
Things I dislike about grad school: the classes
Things I like about grad school: everything else
I was boiling silverware when I got the missed call from the admission committee at IU telling me I was accepted with a outstanding scholar fellowship, and honestly, I’m glad because it allowed me to listen to the voicemail over and over.
On the contrary, my best friend from elementary school to 2009 will never be completely forgiven for ending our friendship with backstabbing and trash talking about me.
Woke up at 6 because my brain just wanted me to even though I had to be at the bus at 8. Get to the lab around 9. Lab mate other first year is wearing identical V-neck, now we are the “green team” for the rest of the day. Do some lab things, learn some things, mate some flies, you know, discuss slutty bees and male killing with the PI over lunch. Off to molecular genetics, aka, trying to fight sleep for an hour and a half while the guy rambles on at lightening pace. The classroom is cold. I just wanted to snuggle up and go to sleep. Get home. Go to the gym. Make dinner. Feel guilty about being on tumblr even though I have 3 papers to read. Write this. At 6, I have to get my ass to the bus to go back to school for “paper bashing” aka critical analysis of scientific literature, which lasts 3 hours. I’m going to get out at 10, get home about 10:30 and go to sleep just wanting to die.
Oh well. I get to go home for the weekend. Perks of being 3 hours away from home and not 13.