Stressed.

the ramblings of a student in Northern Ireland

Stressed.

I’m writing this while I’m stuck in a tiny, dark room full of probably really dangerous lasers and scary stuff waiting for some science magic to happen. I’m stressed to the eyeballs trying to get what feels like a hundred different sets of data together, while messing around with PowerPoint trying to make it all pretty and ready to show.

All the time, reminded of the fact I actually have to present my results, and endure questions, from some of the greatest minds in the field.

Yeh, stressed.

But y’know what? I frickin’ love it. And I wouldn’t swap it for the world.

Love you long time, science <3