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As a PhD student, I didn’t just have impostor syndrome. I had a full on case of you’re-a-fumbling-idiot-for-thinking-you’ll-ever-contribute-anything-to-science syndrome. You see, you only get a PhD and get the right to call yourself a scientist if you contribute something new to the vast scientific enterprise. If someone else has already done it, no matter when or where, and even if you don’t know about it, it doesn’t count as novel research and you don’t get to put letters before your name. And that’s scary.
You spend years of your life slaving away in laboratories, hoping to find something no one…
It’s a Friday night when Nicholas Alkemade, a 21-year-old Englishman from Leicestershire, finds himself in the middle of the sky. Although the view and the fresh air are great, he isn’t too happy about the whole situation.
I sometimes busy myself with extensive nose picking. But as enjoyable as that activity may be to me, I’m sure it’s nothing compared to the pleasure a male octopus derives from it.
Science fan, cartoonist, PhD, eukaryote. Doesn't eat cats, dogs, nor other animals.