I had a meeting with one of my professors yesterday on what I thought was about my Directed Readings course in the fall, but is actually about being recruited for his public policy center for a Ph.D.
This is the second time I’ve been approached to do a Ph.D. program by a different professor. Every time it happens, it really rocks the entire structure of my life. Going into the meeting, I could only think about building a gym with my boyfriend. Lifting, teaching people about their bodies, and learning about mine are three things that I care the most about on this planet.
But–am I doing myself a disservice? Is that really sustainable?
Working with this professor for an academic career would be an honor. The fact that he noticed me is even more of one. His policy fields are useful and do not reek of academic bullshit. He applies everything he does.
I veered from pursing an academic career because it would trap me in the fields of doing research for research’s sake. There’s no end goal in that for me.
This is the first time in the past five or so years that a Ph.D. actually sounds attractive.
If I go for it, which I’d say I’m still 60/40 on just going for my gym, I need a standing desk.