On Friday, I’m heading to Stanford to see my former advisor, Richard Roberts. It’s a good feeling to keep in touch with him, even though I probably see him only once a year, at best.
I met a graduate student at Stanford my first year there who was frustrated with another graduate student who didn’t plan on doing anything with her Ph.D. “She owes it to her advisor,” he said. “He invested all this time in her and now she’s just going to be a mom?”
I’m glad none of the advisors who have taken an interest in me have ever taken that attitude. Read More
