I had my fortnightly meeting with Advisor Who this morning. Usually, I arrive to find someone else already in his office, deep into conversation, because Who tends to overbook his Wednesday mornings. This morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find that no one had usurped my spot. Though that surprise soon turned unpleasant when I realized that the office was completely empty. No visitors. But no Who, either.
When we finally did get to meet, I ran down a list of first-person asthma vignettes for a pilot study, many of them included complaints of shortness of breath, until Advisor Who stopped me.
Who: No, you don't have asthma. You're just really out of shape. I'm concerned that you're drawing a lot from your personal experience.
Ah, Mentor Who Insults My Level of Fitness. This would be something to write home about, if every single mentor in the last 10 years hadn't been the exact same way. I just have one of those faces. And it's just one of those days.
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