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Fong, Jerry

Position Title: 
Professor
Department: 
Physical and Life Sciences
Office Location: 
Physical and Health Sciences Bldg.
Office Phone: 
607-587-3692

EPLP Mentor
Jerry Fong, aka 'Doc', (Learner, Strategic, Achiever, Ideation, Intellection) is short, sardonic, and sick. As a child he contracted a singular case of chemical geekiness for which no cure was found. Even after more than 30 years as a professional chemist, his fever still spikes dangerously when he intimately massages and strips FTIR transmission curves, mass spectra and titrimetric data for their juicy bits.

The illness began at age 13 from a homemade chemistry kit given to him by his dad. The infection spread alarmingly while he earned a BSc cum laude from the University of California, Berkeley’s College of Chemistry. There, the not-yet Doc reveled in measuring heat capacities of weird rocks at the Giauque Low Temperature Lab at 2 a.m. on a Friday night.

Truly serious metastasis occurred while he earned both MSc and PhD in Physical Chemistry from the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor. There, the almost Doc spent most of his twenties delightedly exploring molecular structure and chemical kinetics studies on useless, explosive and poisonous volatile molecules with microwave spectroscopy. By the end of his post-doctoral stay at Purdue, where he carried on a frankly illicit affair unraveling the path of in vitro photosynthesis of chlorophyll using electron spin resonance, his complete, permanent sick-puppyhood was assured.

He then joined a gaggle of fellow sickies at Corning Incorporated and scarily deepened the dark depths of his affliction for 11 years as a staff research scientist. There he bred patents (six) and molested glass, semiconductors, diffusion phenomena and high temperature electrochemistry on the company dime. In 1993 he slithered to Alfred State to spread his incurable disease as a chemistry teacher. He’s been there ever since, a virulent vector of his malady, spreading it as instructor of every chemistry course taught on campus except biochemistry.

Somewhere along the way, Doc also managed to get married to an honest-to-god woman, raise two beautiful daughters (now older than most students at Alfred) and entirely pay for a crumbling hovel in the country, all of which, he has determined from extensive, calibrated measurement, he also loves (except for the paying part.)

Doc’s rare moments of remission find him trying to master Bach’s Two Part Inventions (all but #12 in A major appear in the bag) and writing poetry (yes, Virginia, poetry)-which FYI, he has had published in several questionable magazines. He does yoga four times a week because his wife makes him.

Finally, Doc is probably the only person on campus who’s genetically incapable of working a smartphone. However, he has read every single novel by Sinclair Lewis, knows five really great ways to synthesize crystal meth and has watched every single episode of the original Star Trek at least three times each. Press his buttons and he’ll rant about all of it.

Don’t beam him up, Scottie!