Very interesting. I remember feeling pretty depressed while I was working on my master’s degree. I was doing research on polymer concrete, which involved a lot of very messy work in the lab. I didn’t enjoy it AT ALL. I didn’t get along well with my supervising professor, either. I was actually working on my DAD’S project, but the department wouldn’t him supervise me. I wish they had allowed it! He was known to be an awesome supervisor.
The research kept dragging on and on, for some reason. I finally told my supervisor that I was moving 2,500 miles in a month and would not keep doing more! Fortunately, my ultimatum worked. I was so glad to be done. I had always thought I would go on to get a PhD, but after that experience I knew I wasn’t cut out for it.