Monday, August 2, 2010

Researcher Smackdown


Some of my research students are among the idiots and assholes we deal with in class. It's a depressing venn diagram, believe me.

Disobeying Darcie: You actually told me, “I don’t wash your glassware. You hired me to do research, not to be your maid.” Are you kidding? I hired you because all the smart kids had signed up to work for other professors. You are damned lucky to work for such a nice guy like me. Other people’s research students do more than just wash a couple of extra test tubes.

Nathaniel Nobrains: You are a chemical engineer who knows no chemistry. What school would let you graduate? Oh, right, I forgot. You went here as an undergrad. Go drive a train, you moron.

Willnotgraduate Wilma: After hiring you from the computer science department and training you for two months, you disappear. I told your advisor that I was concerned about you. It was not a pleasant feeling when he started laughing, like he was hearing an old joke again. I think the joke was, “who’s the next professor who will hire this dipshit?” I’m the punch line.

Overworked Olivia: I’m both impressed and annoyed that you made a graph showing that you consistently do half an hour more grading each week than other grad students. I don’t care. Here’s a graph for you - it won’t make you happier but it should make you more agreeable to my very reasonable expectations of teaching assistants.

Arithmetic Ava: Thanks for complaining that professors back in the motherland don’t make their research students do so much math. Your country’s been occupied more times than an airplane bathroom. Sure, that’s probably not entirely because their scientists can’t do calculus but you know what they say... You don’t know? They say: shut up, learn to integrate, and get to work.

Ah summer! It's enough to make me look forward to teaching this fall.


3 comments:

  1. I suspect your lazy student who didn't want to wash the beakers was probably lashing out at something else -- the peculiar yet persistent expectation for chicks to do a certain range of jobs. I'm sure you were expecting of her what you expect of everyone, but it could sound like you were just telling her to do the dishes.

    Which doesn't excuse her, but might explain her.

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  2. AM, you could be right. My requirement to wear a June Cleaver outfit in lieu of a lab coat probably didn't help either.

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  3. Whatevs. I make my male LA's wear assless chaps and call me Madam. Oh, and they feed me grapes like I'm Cleopatra, while they grade my papers in the crimson blood of mine enemies. But no touching - that would be against Univeristy fraterniuzation rules...
    Reverse sexism rocks!

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