On doing a PhD...
After jumatan i met mas AZ. He told me about his plans to end his study by the end of this semester. Which means... he won't get a PhD for it... but just a masters degree. "WHAT!?!?" was my response to this unbelievable and shocking news. I mean, oh come on. Why, mas? Why??
He said that he wants to stay here. In Sydney. So he reckons he won't need to have a PhD degree anymore. He has the cutest lil girl in Kingsford, he has a nice flat unit (he rents it though, not own it). He got married here, and he feel comfortable living here with his family. Oh yes, his wife is an Australian Permanent Resident.
His supervisor once asked him, which one would AZ choose, his study or his family. The answer seems obvious now.
This reminds me of my own father, Bapak. My little brother was born here when my father was at the last years of his PhD. But somehow my father managed to work it out, i mean, keep doing his PhD until completion. Oh yes, just to let you know... exactly 20 years ago, on 16 feb 1987, my brother was born. Here in Sydney. At that time, my mother too, was still working even after my brother was born. I remembered ibu used to work night shifts, so we can take care of Adnan (my brother) while ibu goes to work.
Back to my father. Do you know Bapak's favourite place at home? First, his desk. Yes, his desk. With piles of papers, folders, books, and stacks of pens on top of it. He would stay there, hours, doing everything from preparing lecture materials, or correcting student's exam papers, to reading heaps of university grant proposals.
Bapak's second favourite place at home is the living room where bapak reads the newspaper. I wonder why we still subscribe to that freaking stupid KR. Anyway, it still makes a good afternoon read. I mean, it's better than nothing.
Bapak takes his job home. You might have heard that some lecturers do not like to be disturbed at home. My father is the opposite. He likes to bring his work home. He even do not hesitate to SMS his students. Or call them. Yes, my father sometimes call his students, for example if he won't be able to come to class.
Guests who come to our house are mainly students. They often come in groups, for some thesis consultations with Bapak. One day, Bapak called me to get out to meet somebody, who turns out to be my high school pal!! Whatta? Apparently my father's student who came was my pal's girlfriend -_-" That's why he was there, at my house.
Shortly speaking, it seems clear enough that my father is indeed a hard working type of person. Not like me. (shame on you, irfan!) And no wonder he can finish his PhD quite on time.
He said that he wants to stay here. In Sydney. So he reckons he won't need to have a PhD degree anymore. He has the cutest lil girl in Kingsford, he has a nice flat unit (he rents it though, not own it). He got married here, and he feel comfortable living here with his family. Oh yes, his wife is an Australian Permanent Resident.
His supervisor once asked him, which one would AZ choose, his study or his family. The answer seems obvious now.
This reminds me of my own father, Bapak. My little brother was born here when my father was at the last years of his PhD. But somehow my father managed to work it out, i mean, keep doing his PhD until completion. Oh yes, just to let you know... exactly 20 years ago, on 16 feb 1987, my brother was born. Here in Sydney. At that time, my mother too, was still working even after my brother was born. I remembered ibu used to work night shifts, so we can take care of Adnan (my brother) while ibu goes to work.
Back to my father. Do you know Bapak's favourite place at home? First, his desk. Yes, his desk. With piles of papers, folders, books, and stacks of pens on top of it. He would stay there, hours, doing everything from preparing lecture materials, or correcting student's exam papers, to reading heaps of university grant proposals.
Bapak's second favourite place at home is the living room where bapak reads the newspaper. I wonder why we still subscribe to that freaking stupid KR. Anyway, it still makes a good afternoon read. I mean, it's better than nothing.
Bapak takes his job home. You might have heard that some lecturers do not like to be disturbed at home. My father is the opposite. He likes to bring his work home. He even do not hesitate to SMS his students. Or call them. Yes, my father sometimes call his students, for example if he won't be able to come to class.
Guests who come to our house are mainly students. They often come in groups, for some thesis consultations with Bapak. One day, Bapak called me to get out to meet somebody, who turns out to be my high school pal!! Whatta? Apparently my father's student who came was my pal's girlfriend -_-" That's why he was there, at my house.
Shortly speaking, it seems clear enough that my father is indeed a hard working type of person. Not like me. (shame on you, irfan!) And no wonder he can finish his PhD quite on time.
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