EFFIE BATEMAN | Lifestyle | Contact
If you happen to be at Betoota Heights Library after 6pm, you may find yourself hearing the strange phenomenon known as the ‘chorus of PHD students.’
This odd but alluring sound is said to get louder and deeper the longer the night goes on and often starts off with one person before immediately affecting those nearby. And, if you listen closely enough, you’ll even be able to work out which subject the student is studying, with the humanities PHD students offering a whimsical ‘hmmmmph’ and the engineering students letting out something that sounds like a death rattle.
Characterised by their unwavering, blank stare, slack jaw and the large amount of chocolate wrappers littering their desk, PHD students operate on pure survival mode and have no issue napping with their head nestled into the keyboard.
Breaking their glimpse into the void to question why they were doing a PHD, or make the occasional face of commiseration to other PHD students who are just as tired and as broke as they are, these brave souls are likely counting down the minutes until they can drown their sorrows in some alcohol.
Sadly, their version of binge drinking involves a couple of bottles of very cheap wine as they can’t afford to actually go out, seeing as their ’35 hour’ weeks are more like 50, and they make roughly $12 an hour.
More to come.
