“It would be an honor if you could be my advisor.” That was what I told Fred six years ago. It still is and will ever be. (For the record, upon hearing the flattering words, he smiled and said, “We will see after we finish this project.”) As anyone who has gone through a PhD should know, the relationship between a student and his/her advisor is, for the lack of a better word, complicated. The student, out of deep respect for the advisor, has a constant desire of proving him/herself to be smart; the advisor, out of deep love for the student, has an occupational habit of setting the bar even higher. I definitely felt the pressure during my PhD years with Fred, whose towering achievements only made it sometimes overwhelming. Fred had such a reputation as a tough advisor that when the Chief Scientist of my company heard that I was his student, he congratulated me for having “walked the fire”. As someone who has honorably “walked the fire”, I would like to share you the things I have lear
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