Last week I saw two of my graduate students successfully defend their PhDs. This is wonderful and exciting, and I am delighted that they are both moving on to post-doctoral research positions in other places. I am also saddened by their departures: seeing good students leave the lab creates a vacuum. This has caused me to reflect about the effect graduate students have on their supervisors:
I write, teach, research.
I see classrooms, computers, forests and fields.
I use keyboards, iPads, PowerPoint, and pipettes.
I publish or perish.
LOIs, RFPs, IFs, and h-factors.
Grants, emails, to-do lists and budgets.
Literature and libraries can start the process,
But books and blogs barely break the silence.
It’s the tangible human that makes the difference.
My colleagues, my friends:
You are the Academy.
Do you have the answers?
How to avoid wandering alone in ivory towers?
How to slow the withering on tenured vines?
How to grasp frail tendrils of discovery?
How to find that perfect chorus of voices, words, arguments and insights?
Find hope and optimism in our laboratories.
Open the door to the greatest discovery of all:
It’s their keen intellect, smiles, kind words or questions.
It’s crafted by their company.
Caffeine-fuelled conversations critique, criticize, challenge.
(Coffee is never bitter with graduate students)
Embracing curiosity, creativity and collaboration.
Wrangling words together: perform, propose, predict.
Execute, explain, engage.
Fieldwork, funding, fellowship.
Null hypothesis, clear objectives, conceptual frameworks.
Significance and broader impact,
Contributions to knowledge.
Contributions for humanity.
I hope I did enough; I wish for more.
Fleeting moments are now warm memories:
Catching spiders on the tundra, or caterpillars in the canopy.
Thank you, students: you teach me.
We move beyond metrics and money.
We write, we study, we learn.