Get a haircut and get a real job
My misspent youth:
I completed a useless degree, followed by a useless graduate diploma, and then I began a useless Masters course. I even had long hair and a pissweak goatee.
I couldn’t find a supervisor, I realized I had no idea whatsoever what I was doing or planned to achieve or even how to complete the research (it would require third world travel, and I had never been overseas.)
And then I did something I had never, ever done before, nor even imagined I would ever do. Read More