When the student outgrows the master: a story of silence, salary, and survival

a bit of pushback, maybe a “let me see what I can do,” but I didn’t expect the slap in the face that followed. I had rehearsed the conversation the night before, but nothing prepared me for how quickly it would collapse.

He leaned back in his leather chair, looked me right in the eye, and said, “You haven’t shown me any reason to give you one.” I was continue reading …