Someone asked me today what I would do if I couldn’t graduate (on time). I misunderstood the question and assumed she meant what if I couldn’t graduate at all. I answered in a heartbeat, “I’d kill myself.”
That is a very honest answer. I’m giving up my career, my youth, my time with my family, my entire savings and my prospect of ever becoming a trophy wife 🙂 to travel across the world do a PhD. I’m giving all these up because none of them are as important as being able to call myself a doctor.
I hope my PhD will lead me to better things and the life I want, but I’m very aware of my limits, and I’m not setting ridiculous goals for myself to be the next research superstar. The least I have to do is to graduate. I know it sounds harsh and tiger mom like, but I do think if I dropped out or got kicked out, that would mean I’ve failed my life.
I may be poor, old, lonely and unemployed after I graduate, but as least I’ve a legitimate degree to be proud of.