personal setbacks


It took me almost six freaking years to get my PhD. It was an experience like watching the paint dry every day. I woke up. I worked. I went to bed. No applause. No flowers. No pat on the back. At the time most of my college friends had gotten nice professional jobs and an adult lifestyle, while I still lived on teaching assistance stipend and sheepishly called myself a grad student. Midway through the…