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At a Crossroads

Life after graduate school is like being at a crossroads. You are happy that you got that coveted title, "Dr.", in front of your name. Now you have the license to demonstrate your independent thinking without having your supervisor breathing down your neck.Or so I thought!Nowadays, I realize that a postdoc is at the lowest position in the pecking order of people with "Dr." in front of their names. You are treated like an incompetent laboratory rat, rushing around in order to obtain desirable dat

Khairul-bariah Abdul-majid

Life after graduate school is like being at a crossroads. You are happy that you got that coveted title, "Dr.", in front of your name. Now you have the license to demonstrate your independent thinking without having your supervisor breathing down your neck.

Or so I thought!

Nowadays, I realize that a postdoc is at the lowest position in the pecking order of people with "Dr." in front of their names. You are treated like an incompetent laboratory rat, rushing around in order to obtain desirable data for your boss. Ah! How easy it was to deflate my new found ego.

Immediately after becoming a Dr., I felt I could rule the world. I told myself no one could do better in the field. After all, the scientific papers included in my thesis were going to change the field of experimental autoimmune encephalitis (EAE), the animal model of the human...

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