***As a current PhD student who will be finished–one way or the other–with the program in a few weeks, here is some advice. Before you go for your PhD (you’ll have your bachelor’s to think about it), make sure you know exactly why you’re getting it. Is it to advance your career prospects or to satisfy some personal desire to earn the highest mark of academic attainment one can get in a field? Is it career or ego, in other words? I’m not kidding: You’ll be doing yourself a great service if you think about exactly why you want this.
In my case, it was the latter. Ever since I was about your age, I knew I wanted a PhD. At one point, in fact, I wanted to get a PhD in history, specializing in early colonial American history. But, for many reasons, I ended up majoring in information systems and then going on for a stat degree. But my main reason for pursuing the degree has never changed: I just want to earn the degree. The degree itself is the goal for me. I love teaching, and am looking for teaching jobs now, but really, I don’t much care if I ever use this degree again. For me, it’s been all about the piece of paper.
PhD programs are brutal, in my experience. Only slightly less painful than paying some thug $20,000 to kick you in the nuts once a day for 4 years. You will be asked to teach 1-2 classes to apathetic students while taking at least 9 hours of your own classes too, write papers (publish or perish!), grade papers for your advisor, proctor other professors’ exams, and generally do whatever shit work is asked of you for next to no money. You will feel at times that you are the dumbest person on the planet (if you’re anything like me, it will come as a bit of a shock that, as smart as you are, you’re nothing special in Grad School Land).
You will feel hopeless, tired, and begin to envy people with “guilt-free jobs” like Wal-Mart greeters and baggage handlers, who never think, “I have nothing to do, so I should probably start another paper.” You’ll long to be doing something else, anything else. But, your pride won’t let you quit because, after all, you’ve come this far…
Is it worth it? Ask me on June 3rd. D-Day (Defense Day) for me is June 2. It feels a bit like going to your own execution, except executions are usually shorter.
***I have diagnosed clinical depression, which has flared like a sonofabitch in this graduate program.