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It’s not polite to laugh during a thesis defense November 4, 2011

Posted by mareserinitatis in engineering, humor, research, younger son.
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A friend of mine had his thesis defense today.  Earlier this week, I found out that the younger son would have today off from school because of parent-teacher conferences.  I told my friend I wouldn’t be able to make it.

“No, bring him with!  I don’t care.”

I thought about it.  The younger boy, unlike his older brother, can sit quietly and focus on things for a good amount of time.  When he’s not loaded up on sugar, he’s extremely well-behaved.  So…why not?

Before the defense, we went out to lunch with his occupational therapist.  It was his ‘graduation’ and a chance for him to say goodbye.  We went to a local place called Space Aliens (what can I say…North Dakota is birthplace to the coolest restaurants), and he won a bunch of tickets and got some prizes.  One was a whoopie cushion, and the other was an alien encapsulated in some sort of clear blue gel goo.  They called it Alien Putty.

I told him he had to leave the whoopie cushion in the car when we got to the defense.

Before the defense was underway, he and I parked in the back corner of the room closest to the door.  I gave him my iPod touch so that he could play games.

Things went pretty well until about 20 minutes into the presentation.  Then I heard something tap gently on the desk beside me.  I looked over and realized that the younger son had taken his alien goo out.  He ended up dropping the container on the floor, but he was otherwise sitting quietly, so I figured I wouldn’t say anything.

A few minutes later, I looked over, and he had his hand encased in goo – he was wearing it like a glove.  He was holding his bright orange alien in his goo-encased fist, completely oblivious.

I almost broke out laughing.  In fact, I spent the next ten minutes holding my hand over my mouth because I was terrified I would start laughing.  I almost had tears streaming down my face by the end of it.  My friend, who was giving his presentation kept looking over.  Could he see this?  Was he getting annoyed?

The friend’s dad, who was sitting on the other side of me and is also a professor, kept looking over at the younger son.  I have no idea what he thought, but I have the feeling he felt it was very inappropriate to have a youngster with his arm covered in oozing goo sitting in his son’s defense.  Either that, or he was trying not to laugh, too.

He dropped the container again.

Given we were sitting there for well over an hour, I think the boy did a fabulous job of behaving himself.  Next time, though, I think we better leave the goo in the car, too.

The worst professor April 18, 2011

Posted by mareserinitatis in education, grad school.
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Between the fact that last Friday was the deadline for acceptances to grad school to decline or accept their offers and this post at Academic Jungle, I’ve been contemplating good and bad professors.  I’ll get to why grad school acceptances are relevant in a moment, but in the Academic Jungle post (or rather, the comments that follow), GMP and GEARS go back and forth about how common bad profs are.  GMP says most profs are not bad, and GEARS indicates that he thinks most are.

My experience is very mixed on this, but I’d like to share a bit about one of the worst of the bad profs I had to deal with.  He was actually a very nice person, and I worked for him for a year.  However, despite his being nice and being a good person to work with, he did two things that, had they not turned out well, could have seriously disrupted my career.

The summer before I finished my MS, I decided to apply to three doctoral programs.  As this person had been a supervisor of a research project, I felt he was the perfect person to write a recommendation on my behalf.  I gave him the forms a good six months before they were due as I was myself turning in my apps before the school year started.  As the summer came to a close, in late August, I checked the one school which had online information.  They had received two of my recommendations, but not the other one.  I stopped by the prof’s office.  He was planning to get them out at the end of the week he said.  I checked once or twice more through the semester, but his letter still hadn’t shown up.  After the holidays, about two weeks before the forms were due, I checked with him again.  Oh yeah, on their way out the door.  Two days before apps were due, one of the schools called and said it hadn’t come in.  I called him.  He was composing them, he said.  The applications came due.  Nothing.

I was fortunate that two of the schools not only considered the application without this prof’s recommendation but that they even went as far as to make me offers, one of which I accepted.  The other school called a year later, asking if I was still thinking about attending.  I have to admit that my was barely able to contain my laughter when I told them I was already attending another (much better rated) school.

I do realize now that I should’ve been wary when he still hadn’t submitted the letters two weeks beforehand.  I should’ve been hunting down another prof for the third recommendation, but I believed him when he said he had every intention of doing them.  And I’m sure he did…but he had no follow-through.

Unfortunately, this is not the worst thing that happened to me.  It turned out that this professor was on my MS committee.  On the day of my defense, he didn’t show up.  We waited for him for 20 minutes before my advisor got a hold of him via telephone.  The prof claimed that he thought the defense was on another day.  Fortunately, I had a larger committee than necessary for graduation, so we were able to proceed without him.  Had I not had an extra committee member, however, I probably wouldn’t have been able to graduate.

A couple weeks later, I was finishing up the final edits to turn into the grad school near one of the coffee shops on campus.  A couple of profs sat at a table near me, and they started talking about this particular professor/committee member of mine.  It sounds as if these sorts of behaviors I witnessed were not simply confined to me: apparently several people have had similar problems with him.

It helped knowing that this behavior was not exclusive to me, and I tried to console myself that most professors don’t behave this way.

While I still believe most don’t, I have unfortunately watched similar things play out with friends.  One friend, who is a brilliant researcher, decided not to get his PhD because his advisor would do absolutely NOTHING to help him or, for a while, acknowledge his existence.  It made me a little sick to see this person claiming credit for his student’s research (which won awards!) when he couldn’t be bothered to even have a meeting with him or read his thesis prior to his defense.  He left with a MS, but he was very angry about all of it.  And since then, I have seen more examples.

While this is not intended to claim that all professors are bad and careless, it is unfortunate that there do seem to be a good number of them.  I realize that professors like to see things from their colleagues perspective, and probably can better than any grad or undergrad student.  However, just as there are students who really care and those who don’t, there are also professors who fall various places along the continuum of professional behavior, and one shouldn’t be so quick to assume that because these stories come from students, they aren’t valid.

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