It’s a pretty regular occurrence for me: the existential crisis. The question: well what’s the point of all this anyway?
In the beginning, I thought I’d be able to save the world with the research I was doing. But now all I’m thinking about is keeping the 5 or 6 professors who may read my thesis happy enough so that they will pass me… Then I can get on with life – right?
At least I know I’m not alone in the existential crisis department.
Thanks to phdcomics.com for keeping me sane.