My Predator Advisor Ruined My Career, So I Exposed His Darkest Secret
Language: en
My advisor hated that I never spoke up in class. He much preferred Evelyn Ward, my smooth-talking peer from the adjacent lab who was a master at playing the room. To force me to "open up," he set a ridiculous rule: during our weekly lab meetings, my presentation had to be delivered at over eighty decibels. If I failed to do so, he refused to sign off on my thesis. For the first meeting, I practically yelled my report. He claimed my voice was trembling too much and handed my research data over to Evelyn. For the second meeting, I popped a throat lozenge beforehand. I strained my vocal…