I Swear I'll Get To Having A Look Through The Backlog...
...however cursory it may be, I will do so.
Longer update after the weekend probably, with less important news. For now, however...
Thirteen years ago, at the age of twelve, I decided I wanted to be a doctor of chemistry. I put this down to a teacher named Claire Lloyd, who lit a pile of potassium dichromate during a science lesson when I was eight. It promptly changed colour and doubled in size (as it is wont to do upon oxidation).
As soon as I realised what a PhD was, I wanted one.
I walked home on monday afternoon unable to stop crying. I put this down to a professor named Alan Bassindale, who opened the door of the internal examiner's office after holding a brief discussion with him, invited me back in and told me that I won't have to wait much longer.
On the eleventh of December, pending corrections, I finally get the doctorate I started thirteen years ago.
Some things really are worth waiting for.
Longer update after the weekend probably, with less important news. For now, however...
Thirteen years ago, at the age of twelve, I decided I wanted to be a doctor of chemistry. I put this down to a teacher named Claire Lloyd, who lit a pile of potassium dichromate during a science lesson when I was eight. It promptly changed colour and doubled in size (as it is wont to do upon oxidation).
As soon as I realised what a PhD was, I wanted one.
I walked home on monday afternoon unable to stop crying. I put this down to a professor named Alan Bassindale, who opened the door of the internal examiner's office after holding a brief discussion with him, invited me back in and told me that I won't have to wait much longer.
On the eleventh of December, pending corrections, I finally get the doctorate I started thirteen years ago.
Some things really are worth waiting for.