What's the point, parents?
I am boarding a ship. This ship has a bipolar captain with a parrot problem and is going to attempt to cross an ocean that is tempestuous on its bad days, and deceptively calm on its good ones. I have a misfit crew that will raise the sails to catch the wind and scrub the decks, but will just as likely be found hanging off the bow, pickled by cheap rum and raucously singing their favourite pirate lullaby in a voice as smooth as sandpaper on the ear. I embark on a journey that could be the cause of a great satisfaction and contribution to society, or could lead to my ruin and destruction. The elaborate metaphor. The long winded explanation. What I'm trying to say is I am taking on POST GRADUATE RESEARCH. Or should I rather whisper it in hushed tones . Those who have done postgrad research, at masters, doctoral or post-doctoral level, may feel the familiar shiver of apprehension travel down the spine like un unnerving drop of cold water making it's way down to your trousers. ...