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I, like an idiot, decided to take a graduate course with the word "advanced" in the title. I thought it wouldn't be that bad, because it was literature based. Yesterday, we were emailed the reading list for tomorrow's class - 8 papers. 8. The more annoying fact is, we're going to be tearing these papers apart like we're gossip bloggers sitting front row at Britney's VMA performance.
I am a lowly second year grad student who is just now about to begin writing my first paper. Am I really someone capable of dissecting someone's recent Nature paper? REALLY? On a field that is way, way, way over my head? BLAH. I can barely understand their figures, let alone decide that they should have run this control over that one.
Here's to taking classes for which one is severely underprepared.
The worst part is, I bought a 46" flatpanel Sony Bravia yesterday. I really just want to go home and enjoy it. Pictures of the newly revamped living room to come.
I am a lowly second year grad student who is just now about to begin writing my first paper. Am I really someone capable of dissecting someone's recent Nature paper? REALLY? On a field that is way, way, way over my head? BLAH. I can barely understand their figures, let alone decide that they should have run this control over that one.
Here's to taking classes for which one is severely underprepared.
The worst part is, I bought a 46" flatpanel Sony Bravia yesterday. I really just want to go home and enjoy it. Pictures of the newly revamped living room to come.