Ok, so I started my PhD a while ago.
I had flowers in my hair and dreamy music in my ears, while my flowery skirt bellowed behind me as I skipped down the street. That was the day I was accepted onto the programme. It was the best day ever.
So things have had their up and downs. Coffee brings me up my supervisor brings me down. But hey, I am told this is normal. “PhD students are not a happy people” so I am told by a seasoned survivor.
So this blog is where I can share my research highs and lows in the hope that someone, somewhere, knows, what the hell I’m on about.
Welcome to The Girl Next Spore.