Our department is interviewing new faculty candidates, again. I guess it means we are expanding.
As the tradition goes, everytime a candidate comes, the department will appoint 4 graduate students to have lunch with him/her.
I was picked for today's lunch.
During the eating and talking, the candidate asked us, among other things, what we were going to do this winter.
When it was my turn, I said:"I am going home."
He sounded surprised:"What?? You are going home???"
"Yeah."
"And your advisor agreed to let you go home? Who's your advisor?"
"Err...Dr. B."
"For how long?"
"Err...a little less than a month."
"Will your advisor still want you when you come back?"
I studied his eyes behind those frameless glasses, hoping to see any indication that he was just joking.
I saw none. He was serious.
The disdain in his eyes annoyed me.
Since when had going home become a sin?
"For my defence,"I tried to prove I wasn't a slacker,"I haven't been home for like 5 years."
"OK."
Well, somewhere, some day, some graduate student's PhD life will be
very long and
very hard.
Just not here, not in this department, I hope.