A year into my PhD, I felt lost and unable to find myself in my chosen subfield. I had been lucky enough to take a course with one of the most senior scholars in another subfield, one that I was considering switching to.
After a department talk, I approached her and told her that I was thinking of switching to her subfield. Her face lit up in a way that I will never forget and she immediately said: “Does that mean I get to work with you?!” She said “get,” as if it were a privilege for her to work with me, rather than the other way around. She then pulled over another full professor and said: “He’s going to be in my subfield!” And then she said: “I’m blushing!”
That generosity of spirit meant so much to me, as a first-generation college student–not to mention graduate student!–from the rural Southern U.S. who now found himself at an elite R1 university. I felt seen, and cared for.
Despite having many, many students, and being busier than anyone I’ve ever met, she has been, and continues to be, the most dedicated and supportive adviser I could have ever asked for. She’s the only reason I’ve stayed in the academy, and I am incredibly grateful for that.