I apologize for the length here, I’m at a very low point, and I’m just about to lose it.
I’ve been working on this degree for four years, and I’ve never been more convinced that it’s never going to happen. I was fine until this past Thursday, when I ran an experiment that was the culmination of two years of work.
It failed completely.
I have only myself to blame.
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I don’t know why I decided to switch from straight ecology and field work, which has been my forte for nigh on 20 years. I wanted to develop my molecular biology skills. I thought it would make me far more marketable in the long run, and now it looks like it might torpedo my career altogether.
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I don’t know why I decided to pursue this project here, of all places, since we have no one but me on campus working on molecular genetics of plants. As a result, even though I was admitted, I’ve had to exist on the goodwill of various other professors who do molecular work, but not on plants. They’ve been helpful and generous, but technical issues dealing with the molecular biology of plants, which can be VERY difficult, are beyond them, or simply not of that great an interest. As a result, I’ve had to do everything myself. It’s almost as if I am doing a post-doc for my PhD, except that I’m flying altogether solo, instead of having lab support.
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My own scientific self-confidence is killing me. I’ve had to raise all my own money. I’ve been moderately successful at it, but molecular biology, especially when you have to try several different procedures and protocols before stumbling upon success, is very expensive. I’ve also been forcing myself to learn several completely unfamiliar biological disciplines at a professional level (population ecology, molecular genetics, population genetics, evolutionary genetics, etc.) I have always been of the opinion that I can learn anything. I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
I was counting on making some very significant progress this summer, since I really MUST be out of here by the end of the next academic year. All that is now shot to hell, and I’m currently sitting in the ruins, trying not to despair. I’ve spent all afternoon, after a long, heart-rending meeting with my committee chair, trying to keep from bursting into tears, breaking things in my office, and just giving up altogether.
I constantly wonder why the hell I did this. I had a good job. I was making money. But I just had to come back and try to fulfill a lifelong dream of earning my doctorate. It’s currently killing my will to get up in the morning, and it’s destroying our family finances.
I want to be done with this so fucking badly. I hate this place. I hate coming here. I hate day after day of my inability to make it work. I hate being constantly faced with failure. I hate being poor. I hate all this academic bullshit, and being surrounded by young, fresh-faced graduate students who have just come out of their Master’s programs in their early to mid 20’s. And here I am a hoary, balding, cynical 38 year old with a new baby who has nothing in common with them, and who would just like to MOVE. THE FUCK. ON.
But I can’t. What am I going to do? I’ve invested 4 years of my life in this.
Job interviewer: “I see your resume is pretty blank for the past 4 years. What have you been doing?”
Me: “Failing at earning my doctoral degree.”
JI: “Don’t call us. We’ll call you.”
What the fuck am I going to do? I’m just about out of energy, but if I could just get one single glimmer of hope from my experiments, it would help. But nothing. I am faced with day after day after day of bad results and no data. I’m running out of money, will, and desire.