|Figure 1. My Life|
Of course I had high hopes for graduate school. I was going to FIGURE STUFF OUT. I was going to be really good at science. Turns out, it's less rewarding and exciting than that.
My days lately are an endless blur of impossibly tiny volumes (think 1,000x smaller than a drop) and impossibly tiny tubes. I spend about 9 hours a day moving tiny drops into tiny tubes, ad nausaem. I put the tiny tubes into tiny machines and wait a few hours before retrieving them, transferring tiny drops into other tiny machines to see if the magic cartoon strip of molecular genetics I have running through my head was correct, maybe. See, that may or may not be interesting for general consumption. But then, there are days when things work. When the results from the tiny machines is unequivocal. At times like these, I forget the weeks and months and late nights of frustration and cramped thumbs.
I guess the AT is probably kind of like that. Judging from the time-lapse video I posted earlier, and from pretty much what everyone says, I think it would be safe to conclude that the AT can be monotonous. The AT has can also be unpredictable and stressful: BEAR! LIGHTENING! COLD! But after the long climbs, or snow storms or bear encounters it is also beautiful.
So, maybe graduate school isn't terribly exciting to write about, but you should see my daydreams...
|Figure 2. Doesn't this look better? Near Gooch Gap Shelter|