(Clara)
By Friday afternoon, I was convinced the research project was trying to kill me.
Not literally, probably.
But after spending three hours reviewing patient data and another two hours preparing reports, I was beginning to understand why medical researchers looked permanently exhausted.
I sat in one of the smaller conference rooms with several project members, staring at my laptop screen while trying to make sense of the numbers in front of me.
Across the table, two students were arguing about data collection methods.
Neither of them was winning.
Mostly because neither of them seemed to know what they were talking about.
I rubbed my eyes.
"I'm getting a headache," I stated.
The student beside me laughed.
"Same."
Unfortunately, the work still needed to be finished, which me
