I got fancy

My problem was that I thought I was smart: I won piano competitions; I scored nineties in university; I majored in physics; I published academic papers; I got accepted into a direct-entry PhD program at the most prestigious university in Canada. I was inexperienced, a tad bit narcissistic and too proud. So when life got … Continue reading I got fancy

I failed my qualifying exam

My exam was scheduled for twelve noon. I remember first stopping by my girlfriend’s apartment before then going to my windowless basement lab to run through the presentation one last time. I was unshaven and dressed like a typical PhD student: dirty sneakers, blue jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt. Ultimately, the effort I had put … Continue reading I failed my qualifying exam