Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.
Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.
This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the âstupid fucking crabsâ into moving so we could count them properly.
SCIENCE
thank you
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I have witnessed:
Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, âShhh, here she comes!â While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, âYou! I called your office but you werenât there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU werenât there!â
Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, âCome out of the damn office. You havenât left for days. If you didnât have a couch in there Iâd be concerned as to where you were sleeping!â
A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, âsecurity stopped me because Iâm dressed like a hobbitâ
Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.
Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by âguessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it landsâ
Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.
A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.
I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanityâŚ
Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.
–Â I have had a professor buy a huge fuckoff bottle of rum during fieldwork in Costa Rica and let the undergrads get wasted because âyouâre not underage in Costa Rica and weâll be up all night with the bats anyway!â
– Same professor hung a bat from her headlamp and wore it as a decoration for an entire night.Â
– A whole swarm of older women – and these are women with PhDs and world-renown bat experts, the bigwigs – all, to a woman, go to the formal charity dinner at an international research symposium in Toronto in late October dressed in skimpy Batgirl costumes. Because Halloween was that weekend, you see.
– At a different conference, a professor get blackout drunk and pass out on the side of the road.Â
– âYeah, we have to say we did it properly for the grant but to be really honest, Miracle-gro works better.â
– Teaching lab: we had liquid nitrogen for a demo, and after class the professor, the other TA, and I spent a good two hours freezing and breaking things in it.Â
a chemistry class begins with 30 students nine months later just six of us left sitting on tables dipping paper into contaminated chemicals to see what happens when we burn it teacher making idle suggestions while he marks our work
âgo to the fume hood thing, yeah now put some potassium in chlorineâ can i burn the results sir? âfuck it sure whatever its tainted anywayâ
The prof Iâm working for just asked me if I knew how to pick a lock, and when I responded âyesâ she replied, âsee, this is why I hire the former delinquents instead of the suck-ups. Youâre actually useful.â
I then let her into her office.
âSecurity stopped me because Iâm dressed like a hobbit.â I would bet anything this has happened to Dr. Medievalist.
Semi-related non-academic anecdote: The concert hall security guys tried to throw out our violone player in between performances this spring because they thought he was a homeless guy. Despite the fact that he was wearing concert black⌠and carrying a violone. There is no more obvious instrument.
One of my English Professors admitted that sometimes âyou just have to do a soliloquyâ and would phone up the main office of the department on the internal phoneline to recite a Shakespearean monologue at them. No greeting, no warning, just âTo be or not to beâ.
every time i read this stuff i think about how upset vulcans would be to meet earthâs greatest scientific minds
