"She ruined your poster presentation!"
"You were a lab slave and you didn't even realise it!"
"She used you!"
"She never even went through your poster before you printed it!"
"Don't you dare say you like her!"
Well... all that might the case, however...
She gave me the freedom no other undergrad had... to think for myself
She never expected me to work weekends or work late on weekdays
She used to take my work as her own and help me out when I had classes
She did all my work for me and asked me to take off one week before GRE to study for it
She never treated me like a lab slave and never made me do any of the mundane lab duties for her
She used to do some mundane lab stuff for me without me having to ask
She used to give me long pep talks when I was in doubt about my professional life
She inspired me to be meticulous, neat and efficient about my project work, a qualities I seriously lacked and that made a difference
She bought me a beautiful bracelet for my birthday
She bought me milo on the day I donated blood, to help replenish my fluids
She defended me anytime the big boss lost faith in my project.
She sent me notes of appreciation if I ever came on the weekends to work even though she didnt have to
She never hesitated to tell me I was doing good work every once in a while, when she truly felt I deserved a compliment, she never held back
She treated my work and my project with great respect even though I'm just an undergrad who'd hang around for one year then leave.
She saved my protein (my life!) countless times when it was threatened to be wasted on useless experiments, she was always aware of the amount of work that I put into the project to get it to where it stands
Sure, she might have behaved strange when I was about to leave the lab... sure, she may have been pretty nasty... sure, she ruined my presentation in front of one of my examiners...
But she made me realise how much I love science and research
She made me remember why I'm proud to be a scientist instead of a doctor or engineer!
I choose to remember the 8 months of fun that I had doing research with her rather than the two weeks of hell that she put me through... is that so wrong?