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When a boy does wrong, he goes to juvenile hall. When a college student does wrong, he goes to grad school. Sinful as I am, every time I head to the lab, I ride my bike with no hands. Because I hope I die before I get there. · · I was a STEM student through and through. I truly loved my major and never hesitated to make what I enjoy my career. I listened to the professor's lectures diligently and maintained high grades to get a job at a research institute or company, and in the process, I caught the professor's eye and became a graduate student. However, contrary to my expectations that I could conduct the research I wanted while preparing for employment, grad school was hell. From the first day, my senior researcher dumped all his chores on me, got annoyed at the smallest things, took his anger out on me, and screamed at me. Even on my days off, I had to run to him immediately at his call, and I even had to verify my location via video call. Is this what 'desperation' feels like? Eventually, I couldn't take it and tried to leave, but he was actually the son of our lab professor, who has significant influence in this field. He threatened to spread rumors and block my career path if I left. In the end, I developed depression and panic disorder. Now, I'm just stuck here, crying every night and scribbling venting posts on Ph.D. Net while waiting for my Master's graduation. But... lately, he's been making useless video calls and sending private texts to me constantly.