He laid it down in simple words...
I can't.
I just can't.
You've given me nothing.
Produced nothing.
There is no indication
Your undergrad...
Must be
Your personal life.
Not cut out.
Bad grades.
It's over if you get a C.
No funding.
No job this summer.
Get good grades and give me papers.
Then everything will be back on track...
He didn't disagree when I said I felt like a failure.
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