From Rachel Toor
Most people who complain about the arrogance and laziness of professors (which is, let’s face it, most of the public) have no idea who is really in the classrooms. The vast majority of students don’t understand the employment status of the people teaching them, unless, of course, they’re children of academics or undergrads at fancy-pants schools (who prefer to be taught by professors whose names they know). I didn’t realize until I graduated and went into scholarly publishing how lucky I was to have classes with lowly grad students who soon went on to academic superstardom (Judith Butler! George Chauncey!).
A recent novel, The Adjunct by Maria Adelmann, takes on the caste system in our biz. I have complicated feelings about it (would welcome a Sandbox book club to discuss), but it’s another county heard from in the genre of campus novel: the plight of the “freeway fliers” who travel to different colleges because they want to teach. These people loved being in school and believed their dissertation advisers, who told them there would be academic jobs for them. Now they hustle to live below the poverty line to make it all work.
Meanwhile, those of us in the top quarter of faculty ranks, the tenured dinosaureate, want what we want, and we make demands (with job protection). But when there is not enough money to go around at tuition-dependent institutions that are seeing enrollment decimated, many of the people who are doing the good, hard labor of instruction are going to be out on the street.
The students who benefit from their excellent teaching are going to be shit out of luck.
And we may have protested our way into financial exigency and, in that case, out of our own jobs.
WARNING: President friends, as soon as I get through next week and finish grading, I will be reaching out to check up on you. Expect some gentle nagging (to get you to write stuff about this last hellacious year) and requests for conversations to debrief and catch up. Feel free to email or text before I start bugging you.