
Yeah, I know it is a little severe. When I moved to this small town I thought that I'd escape big city life. I'd escape my fast-paced life, all of the big parties and the big people with their big lifestyles that were beginning to run me ragged.
All of my life things had come easy. I could stay out all night and party, go to school the next day, never study, do my work during class and still get straight As. Yep - I was that girl.
Then, right before I came here, I began to fail at things for the first time - ever. I failed at my first full-time permanent job. I blame the drugs for that. It took me a long time, but I quit the drugs. I have never looked back - kids, drugs are bad. Then when I went back to school I failed at that, too. I blamed that on the death of my half-brother and the sad state of my personal/family life. There were a lot of people leaning on me then and I had a hard time focusing - right?
Then I had a good teacher give me a reality check. She said "Bobbie Dawn, things have always come easy to you. You have never had to try hard to do anything. The reason you have failed at these things is because you were challenged to try harder and you did not know how. You simply do not know how to try hard. You can't blame anyone but yourself."
Do you know how it feels when someone has told you something you should have been told a long time ago, and it is soooo true, but it hurts so much and you just don't what to do...? I just started bawling my eyes out. I don't know ho long I cried for either. I think that it may have lasted for a couple of days. Seriously - I was such an idiot and I had know idea what to do about it. I couldn't believe that I had spent my whole life being so smart and dumb at the same time. I had so much potential, and I could have learned how to use it, but instead I wasted my time riding it like a surf board!

Anyhow, when the shame wore off, I decided to start fresh. I would go to a new place, start at a new school and keep a safe distance from family and friends. I chose a small town that was only about an hour away from home. The town has a small university and a small river with lots of churches. From my naive perspective this town looked like a perfect place to go and focus without the distractions of the big city, but close enough to home that I could get back when I needed to have fun.
So I moved, cleaned up my act (and my bloodstream) and within a few weeks I was focusing all my energy on work. I seriously loved it. I had never known how much work I could actually get done when I worked that hard. I was beginning to see what was possible and a new type of self-esteem was beginning to grow in me - the sort that a woman of age 24 should be experiencing when she pictures herself and how she might fit into the world and might even try to affect it. I had dreams of my future! Little did I know that there was something ugly looming in the hallways of my future...
That something was female bullying. I had never experienced it fully until I arrived at graduate school, and it seems to be super-intense when you are in a small town. I should clarify, I live in a populace with 70,000 people. In Canada that is considered a city, but I consider it a town. There are, however, many people that come to my university from smaller towns and they consider this place a massive city. This is likely when my problems here began. I am a minority because I just don't understand the mind of the small-towner. These people are not friendly and sweet they way look from the viewing of a Norman Rockwell painting. Nope. It's more like a horror movie. No-one talks to you if you are an "outsider" even though everyone is staring at you, and you will be reminded constantly that you don't belong.
So imagine a whole bunch of girls - like from the movie mean girls, except they are in their 20's and in graduate school, therefore they were never that attractive, fashionable or rich, and they grew up in the country. Now put them in front of me. I just didn't belong.
It has taken me seven years to realize that nothing is scarier that a bunch of mean girls. My school seems to incubate them like an infested womb. I know that I can go on in life and ignore them, and still work hard on my research (that is what I do and can never change) but it is worth telling you that I have had to switch supervisors because of female bullying (his wife did things to me that would get her fired in any normal workplace), and which has totally affected my thesis.
I have had little interaction with other graduate students at my school for years - and I always thought that part of the point of graduate school was to have good intellectual discussion with other, like-minded individuals. At my school, the point of graduate school is to go out and drink massive amounts of alcohol (and do drugs) with a bunch of like minded individuals. Sometimes people talk about their projects. Rarely people talk theory. When people talk theory it is
really elementary. I am surprised these people have undergraduate degrees.
Now I realize that my PhD is rather worthless because I chose a small school in the country without the reputation of a big city school, and in doing so I lost the opportunities I would have had to make some decent friendships and even worse, I believe I have ruined my academic career as well. My reasoning for this is that, at least at my school, the standard for excellence does not seem to be high, it is medium, and therefore the expectations on the faculty and students is only medium and therefore my experience has not been great. I wanted to be challenged and learn to excel at my full potential. I think I have learned, by many examples, how not to supervise, how not to run a lab, and overall who I don't want to be. My positive examples are few and far between and I have yet to be given an experience that really keeps me going into the night for days with its difficulty (with the notable exception of Ray March's Mass

Spectrometry discussions, assignments and questions, after he got through with me I am now my own expert - thanks Ray).
Well, that about covers my feelings on this subject. I wish it were different. I am working my butt off so I can finish by May and move back home. Then I will apply for post-doctoral scholarships and positions, but I will be concentrating on large and notable schools/labs. I want the work and the experience.