Every summer, Bad Horse sends me a summer undergrad or two to
brainwash ‘mentor during a summer research experience’. They start out as these cherub faced kids, and three months later, they are a step closer to getting their PhDs in Horribleness.
Some labs dont have good luck with their students. Unmotivated, annoyed kids that would have rather spent their summers doing nothing, but applied to the program because it would ‘look good’ on med school applications or something.
Some students dont have good luck with their labs. Spend the summer doing a protocol they dont understand (no one explained it to them) for a project they dont understand (no one explained it to them) by themselves (lab members have other shit to do).
But apparently Bad Horse is pleased with my work, because he keeps sending me students, and the students appear to have a lot of fun and learn a lot. Mentoring these students is a lot of work and very time consuming (I give them long lunch breaks so I can catch up on my real work), but it is very rewarding.
And by ‘rewarding’, I mean the summer undergrads bring us food.
One summer our student would always bring us cookies (real cookies. not that snickerdoodle crap). Another summer, our student was from Nepal, and she made us traditional Nepalese food (NOM!!!). This summer, I have two students. Theyve only been in the lab a week or so, but one made us chocolate chocolate-chip cupcakes (or, as we called them at 9 am, ‘chocolate chocolate-chip muffins’). The other one, his parents came to pick him up for a visit on Friday. His mom brought us this box she said was ‘desserts’.
Now, normally I would be like ‘YAAAAY!’, but this family is Taiwanese.
Asian desserts… *squint* Asian desserts arent like our desserts. One of my most traumatic memories was taking a bite of this Asian ‘dessert’ at this one picnic… I burst into tears because what I thought was a ‘chocolate filled pastry’ was really this doughy abomination filled with bean paste.
So I opened this box as if it contained a pissed off cobra.
And I found like a dozen confections from a local hoity-toity bakery.
Love having summer undergrads!