I just got hit with a bomb of academic news today. That my physics major advisor, expected capstone advisor, the department chair, my quantum mechanics professor, my favorite professor of all time, the guy whose general physics class made me want to pursue physics, the person who has encouraged and supported me the most…
… Is not coming back this fall semester.
That news hit me like a fucking bus. I opened that email casually at the end of my work shift today. My stomach dropped. I could feel the blood drain out of my face in shock. I teared up while driving home because that means he won’t see me progress through my capstone. See my capstone presentation. Continue my research. Watch my natural science seminar in the spring. Go to CERN with us. See me graduate. It’s not going to happen.
It was a lot to process. And it’s still surreal since the fall semester is starting Monday.
He’s going to a big university on the other side of the country because his wife got a dean position there. He has to sacrifice his tenure, full professorship, and department chair position so it must be worth it. He cited other reasons why, which are very much understandable. It’s a good move for his family in general. It makes sense.
I’m the first student he told about this. And he was even going to tell me earlier, but I was working on incompletes… So he didn’t want to tell me until the stress was off my plate. I’m thankful for his consideration.
He asked me to come by on Sunday while he’s packing up his office. I’m definitely going.
I gave him the “Relative to what?” shirt earlier this summer. I’m glad I did. But now I need to write him a card or letter or something. I’m not sure if there’s something else I should do, also. But I’m definitely gonna cry. I know it.
I’m gonna ask if I can take a picture with him since he won’t be there at graduation. I’ll wash my “Relative to what?” shirt for it. I don’t think he knows I have one.
Sigh. Two years ago I asked to do research with him and he said that the next two years there would be something going on that he can’t tell me about but would probably prevent him from taking me on as a research student. I wonder if this was it.
Obviously one day I knew I would no longer have him as a professor. Because I’d graduate. But I thought I would have him until I graduated. It’s upsetting. I wanted to make him proud in my senior year. Do good research with him. I’m tearing up.
I can still make him proud.














