“I always joke that
French culture is all about making mistakes and correcting mistakes. One of
these mistakes changed my life."
After the first year, the Ph.D. students are
required to take what’s called a Qualification Exam which ensures that you are
prepared for your Ph.D. research. Jason
took the test and then went to join his girlfriend (now wife) for a holiday in
Paris.
While vacationing he received an e-mail from the school secretary saying
that he had been dropped from the program.
“She said that one of the subjects I had to
pass—econometrics, which is statistics, which was my major—I got 6/20. So, I
immediately flew back and they allowed me to check my exam paper. I went into
the professor’s office and checked my exam paper. Of the three pages of the
exam paper, he had only graded one page. He forgot to grade the other two.
“He said, ‘No worries. I’m going to change that for
you.’ Typical French answer.
“One week after, he still hasn’t corrected it. Two weeks, still I haven’t heard back. So I
e-mailed, ‘Are you going to change the grade for me?’ He didn’t answer.
“So I went to his office. He said, ‘I said I’d change it for
you. I’ll change it for you. I’m just busy.’
“One month later, he still hasn’t changed it.
“So I copied everyone in the department and sent out an
e-mail saying that he made a mistake and after a month he still hasn’t changed
it. Looking back that was really stupid.
“Academia is a different institution. Authority is based on
whether you publish papers and are tenured. This tenured professor wrote back
to everyone, ‘It’s not that I don’t want to change Jason’s grade. It’s that he
only submitted one page.’
“Because he was super-prestigious in academia, you can’t
fight with him or anything. The more I talk about it with others, the more I
make myself sound like a whining kid.
“That night I was lying in bed trying to figure out what to do and I heard tap water running. I followed the sound and saw a bunch of drunk French men peeing against my apartment. When French people get drunk they do all kinds of stupid things. All of a sudden everything was clear in my mind, and I was glad that this happened to me. If this hadn’t happened to me I would have gotten stuck in a place that was smaller than me.”
“That night I was lying in bed trying to figure out what to do and I heard tap water running. I followed the sound and saw a bunch of drunk French men peeing against my apartment. When French people get drunk they do all kinds of stupid things. All of a sudden everything was clear in my mind, and I was glad that this happened to me. If this hadn’t happened to me I would have gotten stuck in a place that was smaller than me.”
(To be continued. Next: Stanford--The Third Time's the Charm.)
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