Was his name... Fek?
Yet, in another way, grad school provides deep insights into human nature if you are observant enough to notice. Some students may spend years neglected and virtually forgotten by their nominal advisors, only to be showered with attention when said advisor needs someone to do grunt work like writing statistical code. Despite our frequent distaste for economists and their rational actor models (Tom Bozzo being a notable exception who, doubtless, remains crunchy in milk) they do sometimes fit the bill rather nicely.
Alternatively, some students may find themselves toiling on a faculty project for years, logging such a vast stockpile of research hours that their own skills in the area become razor-sharp. Yet, when it comes time to publish, their name has somehow dropped in the authorship list from second, to third, to god knows what, or even into the accursed limbo of the acknowledgements section.
Finally, there are those students who find themselves constantly buried in the sisyphean task of teaching. The grading, and lesson plans, and office hours surrounding them so that some ambitious younger faculty member can publish, while at the same time guaranteeing that their poor advisee shall perish.
Such thoughts have been swirling through my mind since I saw the new Star Wars movie with its emphasis on the Sith Lords. I wonder if grad students and faculty have something in common with Sith Lords and their Apprentices. Like Sith Apprentices, we grad students obey our
If my advisor starts wearing flowing robes and referring to me as "Darth Drek," I'm fucking dropping out.
UPDATE: Does Jorge Cham read my blog? Judging by his newest strip you might think so. If we came up with this comparison independently, however, I think it says some disturbing things about grad school.