Instead of a seminar on optical neural control strategies, this friday my molecular physiology teacher gave us a forty-five minute shpiel of her entire life-story.
She ended the tear-jerker with ‘I can’t take it anymore, I come home to a Mount Doom of papers to grade and four kids to feed.’ I say the solution is as easy as to
not give us that ‘Mount Doom’ amount of papers to complete in the first place. What you assign always comes back to you. It’s the circle of academic life.
photo credits: best friend and fellow molecular physiology trooper, John Walkers.