If I Were to Do My PhD Again …

Before 2011, I had never thought that one day I would choose to do a PhD. But I did it! I have not suffered from ‘Permanent Head Damage’, though it is true that I find it a ‘Probably Hard to Describe’ experience. What I hope to share with you are some of my thoughts when I look back on my journey 2 years after my PhD viva. I am not going to talk about the sacrifices that one has to make or the hardship that one has to endure (C’est la vie! Life is like a box of chocolate, and…

A Poetic Reflection on a Cambridge PhD

Chesterton Road, 2014 It’s hard for me to write a sentence which conveys all the things that I feel For what seem like an importance is a bit hard for one to deal. “tread softly on my dreams, dear professor” for it is fragile and soft, “tread softly on my wishes, dear professor” for it needs to be kept aloft. Keep me grounded, however, to remind me of reality, Keep me grounded, however, so I don’t lose focus in its entirety. Being in this city overwhelmed me, but at times it gives me peace, though the thought of it scares…

The Intersection of PhD Life and College Life

As storied and unique as Cambridge is, its collegiate system is perhaps simultaneously the most baffling, interesting, and worthwhile. Particularly as a foreigner, I had little idea how to go about selecting one, or what would come with being a member of a college. I was originally bemused by this system and thought little more of it than an idiosyncrasy of an eight hundred year old university. It was after my arrival that I came to understand its value and appreciate what it had to offer. On the surface, the colleges each provide accommodation, dinning facilities, pastoral care, and various funds…