Remember the day you entered grad school full of energy
Talking signal crosstalk, mechanisms and synergy
Or maybe it was HDACs, autophagy or cancer
All in the hope of finding life’s answer!

You were eager to finish the core course
The one thing you cannot ever outsource
The prospect of long hours didn’t put you off
You asked how else can I become a real prof?

Three rotations you gotta do said they
A difficult choice with 200 labs in the fray
And tougher still, then a lab you had to choose
An alarm on which you couldn’t hit snooze.

Second year is full of classes and project ideas
Amid the occasional visit to the pizzerias
And some experiments that turn out false
Before the big test that is the quals.

The post quals hysteria dies down slow
And you dive into the project in full flow
The lab becomes the center of your life
As you handle pipettes as well as strife.

Experiments wouldn’t all work
In the dark did the reasons lurk
Before you blame it all on the gnomes
You fix it by becoming Sherlock Holmes

Months might pass while progress slows
As you go through many highs and lows
Curse the project and mice do you
One month less to graduation says who?

Just when you need some sleep and rest
You wake up dreaming about failing a test
Forgetting that in the PhD life you got caught
Only the thesis committee decides your lot.

And ultimately the end gets closer
Letting the hopes fly higher and higher
The grand jury sizes up your defense
Proclaiming you a Doctor hence!