You know how back in high school you hang out with just one cheerleader or jock and they were really cool, but then when they got together with other cheerleaders/jocks they were absolutely horrible. Well Physics is a lot like that. My advisor, Jerry, rocked. He put up with my craziness. He was good at explaining things, but also encouraged independence. He was the coolest and still kinda is. But then he got together with Helen and Jack and all bets were off. Jerry would always say, "This is your thesis. You are the expert." Damn straight I was the expert! Then I would have a meeting with Jerry, Jack, and Helen. They would ask me a question and, as I was answering it, they would stop me and said I should know that by now. Or they would question a sentence in my thesis and while I was explaining it they would say, "If you don't know what it means, you shouldn't put it in your thesis." Of course I knew what it meant! They just fucking interrupted me before I could. Or they wouldn't like my explanation. After they were done interrupting me, not listening to a word I said, and frustrating the hell out of me, they would say, "You know, you really should know this stuff." And when I got down on myself, they would try to tell me I was smart. They sure didn't treat me that way. One day Helen was being a bitch and doing her whole, "This analysis is pointless" thing. So I brought in a poster I had made for a conference. I explained things to her. She continued being nasty. I left the office and I tore the poster apart I was so mad. Helen, I would like you to print a new copy for me. And my analysis rocks. You're the problem.
(Title: Baba O'Riley, The Who)
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