/sci/ - Science & Math

Doing molecular bio for fun, want to do law. Lots of great opportunities, lots of absolute twats here. Can't complain too much, ultimately.

Who the fuck /needlessly insane competition and retarded premeds everywhere/ in here?

Fuck /adv/ and fuck this stupid rule. What the fuck do a bunch of "tfw no gf" neets know about academia or industry?

How do I get into undergraduate research? Fuck the mods.

Which uni has the prettiest logo?

>>6352579
WELCOME TO THE DAWG HOUSE

>fourier analysis
>exam 2
>1 note sheet allowed
>like 3 chinese students with entire notebook in lap
>one is looking shit up on phone
>professor isnt lookin up from his work
>BASED AMERICAN student yells
>"HEY ARE WE ALLOWED TO USE OUR NOTEBOOKS OR SEARCH FOR ANSWERS ON OUR PHONES?"
>chinese kids not phased or flustered one bit
>professor give warning and they polite nod and put their shit away

fuck those guys

I am considering getting my PhD in Chemistry, really for my own betterment. Already have my career. Already did my MS in Biology, and have done research in biochemistry. Wondering how hard an organic chem PhD is, and if it can be done "slowly" over time (6+ years).

Image related. Most likely school.

I
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

II
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd,
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

III
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!