Tomorrow's flight would transport me back to and continue my third year of graduate school.
The job-hunting season has already begun. The air is changed and you can smell it from anywhere. The notifications of the chat are advertisements from companies. The topics of the greetings are salaries from offers.
It's an annual event and every year it stirs the whole school up.
Since joined my institution four years ago, I've witnessed everyone graduated successfully but unhappily. For each one of them, there is a paper for passing and an offer for living, so they graduate. That's it.
"My paper is trash and my job is a nightmare," I heard the similar complaints year by year, "I'm glad to graduate only because I stop wasting time at school without money, but begin wasting time at work with salary. "
What's more, no one stays contact after leaving, the three-year graduate school life doesn't worth recalling with appreciation.
Nevertheless, it's my turn now. How can I retell other's horrible stories into a happy ending?
My professor said I'm the most special student during his twenty-year teaching career. Not because I showed my talent and started research work early, but I quit and began freelancer as soon as I realized I couldn't learn from the teacher. Would I become a legend or a failure?
I don't know, but it shouldn't be judged by my future salary.