I’m a first year grad student. This is a weird time in education for everyone.
I was watching a lecture my topology professor put together for us to watch and for the first time, it hit me that for the remainder of the semester, nothing will be the same.
I won’t sit in topology again, next to my friend and discuss silly things like the books we are reading or how Hausdorff sounds like a name of a mythical creature.
I won’t have a meeting in person with the other pre-calc instructors again.
I won’t have a grading party with those same instructors again as we listen to random spotify stations and hear the most bizarre music and play “who sings this”.
I won’t sit around after advanced calc with my class mates and bemoan the fact that our professor randomly calls us out and that we can’t read his writing.
I won’t be able to walk down the hall from my office and say hello to my research assistant friend.
I won’t sit in TA seminar after a long week and debate how to effectively teach very different classes with the same group of people again.
I won’t be able to go into my office on April 1st and flip my math calendar to the next month.
I won’t be able tease my pre-calc students when they ask me what a number over the same number simplifies to again.
Sure, many of these things I will do again next year. But the situations will be different. I’ll be in different classes with different professors. I’ll be teaching a new group of students. Many of my friends will have graduated because they are master’s students. This thought of these things ending so abruptly made me nearly start crying. So to you seniors who this is the end, my heart breaks for you. Feel free to cry over the lost semester.