Kelly felt like I was the only person pounding the pavement this morning - I guess everyone else is too cool for school at the marathon. (Good luck, Shelley Edmunds!)
Kelly enjoyed Dressmart with Davanea Forbes too - and Nick Thompson was such a good sport about it all. Ross Atkinson would never have wanted to sit and read while girls shopped - who knows how long we would have taken? Gwen was brilliantly behaved. All is well.
"Hell. I'm in. I am probably working on the same thing as last year's failed attempt: the final paper from my PhD work. I tried to fob it off on the second author, and offered first authorship, but she's too busy too. I will make time every week in November to work on it."
- Kelly Atkinson
"My PhD advisor was a clinician, and I was a young and naive person who had just moved to a new country when I started my research. One day after a meeting at her house, I asked her for a referral to a dermatologist because I had persistent acne. I remember feeling very self-conscious about it, and she was one of the only medical professionals I knew. I ended up having Accutane treatment, which worked (thank goodness) but I organized it through the university health clinic. Warbling about your acne is not the best way to make an impression on your supervisor, even if she is a clinician. Then there was the time when (very early in my PhD, before I was even married) the clinician and the German postdoc both told me not to get pregnant during my PhD. I hadn’t been thinking about it, and their words were presented more as helpful advice than trying to talk me out of anything, but I always found that a bit weird. THEN there was the time at the very end of my PhD when I’d told the clinician..."
- Kelly Atkinson