Frankly, Olive was a bit on the fence about this whole grad school thing.
Not because she didn’t like science. (She did. She loved science. Science
was her thing.) And not because of the truckload of obvious red flags. She
was well aware that committing to years of unappreciated, underpaid
eighty-hour workweeks might not be good for her mental health. That
nights spent toiling away in front of a Bunsen burner to uncover a trivial
slice of knowledge might not be the key to happiness. That devoting her
mind and body to academic pursuits with only infrequent breaks to steal
unattended bagels might not be a wise choice.