What I have come to realize in Grad School
SNUSAT-1's IFBATT under x-axis random vibration test to simulate Space-X launcher vibration profile here at SaTRec, KAIST, Daejon |
I
would have loved to say that when I was growing up in the dusty, smoke ridden
streets of Kathmandu, I would dream about outer space; outer space where I
would escape all the messiness of what was my then present. That I would plan
my days, and weeks, and years ahead to follow my passion, my dream becoming an
engineer, that too an extreme one; a space engineer.
I
would have loved to say that.
But
that would all be bullshit. I didn’t dream about space. I dreamt about stupid
stuff like Pakistan winning the cricket world cup (they came close in 1999 didn’t
they?), honeymooning with that girl in that class (blame my hormones) and when
in my residential school, dreamt about sitting in front of Pentium II computer,
playing those delicious skirmish missions in Red Alert 2. Those were my
dreams. And getting to eat momos everyday too.
Yeah.
Circumstance
of all the other things, led one thing after the other, a choice between India
and South Korea came forth, and I obviously chose Korea for obvious reasons. I
already looked like an Indian, didn’t want to have that accent associated with
me too. Call me a racist bitch, but I am just writing what I feel here.
(Remember
this is my blog, I do my own censoring)
And
here I was, South Korea of all the places. Should have been Japan if I really
did my homework on aerospace well. But it had to be South Korea. It just had to
be.
Soon
after joining the school, I realized I had made the biggest mistake of my life,
but as with all the things in our life, you take decisions on decisions you
have already made. In other words, I had to make the best out of whatever
situation I was already in. I dragged my way through undergraduate school,
taking just about any half English course they had on offer. Wrapped up my
degree, didn’t take any graduation photos because I didn’t like it, and headed
straight to graduate school.
That’s
when I really started learning. Learning about space systems design, embedded
electronic design, sub-system and payload design. The way my graduate studies
works is simple; I have projects I am adhered to, they have a specific time
limit with a limited budget and I am expected to have results. Otherwise, the
prof won’t be happy. That intensity to do work formed other habits of waking up
on time, getting to work on time, not eating on time and other sub-habits that
forms due to simple everyday 6 day-a-week, 12 hour-a-day routine. Make that 15
when prof’s around.
When
you do that for 2 years straight, the amount of things you force yourself to
learn just staggering. I won’t deny that there’s a lot of time stagnating, not
progressing or even time spent in bed desperately trying to get rid of
soju-makkali-tequilla monster, gigantic, godzilla hangovers; but at the same
time, there was a lot of time spent thinking over designs and really
engineering the shit out of everything with the limited resources/knowledge/time
you have in front of you.
I
am, in a way, convinced that my work ethic defines who I am. I wasn’t the
smartest, fastest or most intelligible in my graduating class in the most respected
school in Nepal. Far from it actually. But what I have come to realize is that
by doing what you are doing and just by the sheer fact that you are spending
time doing it, increases your skill level in just about anything you do.
And
that, my friend, is a very liberating thing to know. I was under the impression
that my fellow friends who were better than me were had better ability to learn
because they were “talented” but guess what, I can do it too. Just need time,
patience and lot of work.
So
here’s my stellar conclusion to my stellar blogpost: Do what you do, just keep
doing it. And you will learn to love it too.
Just
like I did.
Anyways,
just got really bored here at the satellite testing center. Catch ya later.
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