Seven Years of Servitude

by Batak Beatrix
originally published at 05:48PM on Monday, November 26, 2007

When you enter into grad school, what you’re basically doing is entering into a contract of indentured servitude. You exchange approximately seven years of your life in return for the promise of a doctorate. People did it in return for their passage to America, and now I’m doing it for the promise of the future. After all what’s seven years in the grand scheme of things?

Within the past seven years, I have graduated from high school and college. I have lived on the other side of the world, and seen things that most people can only dream of seeing. I’ve lost friends, and made friends that I know I could trust my life with. I’ve moved across the country, leaving everyone I know thousands of miles away. Watched my parents divorce and remarry, and my brother go off to college. I’ve had my heart broken and have since mended it. I’ve lived.

So even as I consign my life to academia for the next seven years, I know that this too will become a part of who I am. It’s more than just an investment.

This is my life.




  • from Fyora Cartagan:

    Wow…That’s an interesting/great/fascinating way to look at it.

  • from ♠Ana Cristina♥:

    This reads like the story of my life. And I’m completing a master’s degree, not even a doctorate. So my hat’s off to you. :-)

  • from THX 0477:

    I agree with Fyora. It’s an interesting comparison to the indentured servitude that people entered into to make it to America, the land of promise.
    My theory has always been to invest the time up front to increase odds of steady employment later. Sure, life is a bit more demanding now with less freedom, but it’s highly unlikely I’ll ever be out of a job…unless I do something stupid, of course. Good luck on the doctorate!