To PhD or not to PhD...
That is the question.
Whether tis saner in the mind
To suffer the slights and putdowns
Of outrageous faculty...
Or to take data despite advisor grumbles,
And by graduating, end them?
To graduate: to sleep, once more,
And by a PhD to say
We end the back-ache
And thousand financial debts that we are heir to.
Tis a commencement devoutly to be wish'd.
To graduate, to sleep...
To nap: perchance to dream...
Ay, there's the rub!
For in that PhD what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this campus soil?
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The professor's wrong, the undergrad's contumely.
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the experiment's delay,
But that the dread of something after graduation,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no slacker returns,
Puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus cowardice does make procrastinators of us all,
And lose the name of action.
-PhD Comics
posted by Parijata Mackey @ 9:24 AM
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