Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Hmmm (a title I've used before)

A little behind the times, I just found an interesting comment on another blog (I'd say another medieval blog, because it is, but I'm not sure I'd characterize my own as a medieval blog): 

Those blogs that are academic purely because the blogs talk about the trials and tribulations of the academic life are not long for this world. Like general purpose e-mail listservs, their peak has probably passed.

What say you, o denizens of teh interwebs? Has the time for blogs analyzing the academic life passed? If so, why? If not, why not? (Support your answer with evidence from the course readings. Oh wait, this isn't an exam...)

ETA: More raw data to work with: Rate Your Students asked its readers to send links to their favorite academic blogs (full disclosure: I'm on it, which is how I found it - I don't read RYS very regularly). Interestingly, according to Technorati, the post listing the links people sent in was originally prefaced by the statement, "We received a tiny dribble of some must-read academic blogs, but hardly any were accompanied by anything approaching wit or style. We're so depressed by this, yet will champion on." However, the post as it stands omits this phrase. It does, however, note:

One of our favorite correspondents sends in the following notes. We love him. In that collegial sort of way, we mean:

Except for "University Diaries," most academic blogs are tedious. Consider the source. These are the people you purposely avoid in the hallway. I know, let's burn five minutes catching up on how you sipped boxed wine and tweaked your PowerPoint presentation over the weekend or how the proles in duplicating reversed pages three and four on your course syllabus.

"Oh, lookie here! I found my favorite pen, maybe I can get back to work on that darn dissertation ... maybe I'll just post another picture of my 18-year-old cat, Mr. Scabies."

Did someone declare open season on "academic life" blogs, and I missed it??

ETA again: University Diaries also has a brief post about this - the comments are few, but perhaps revealing (except my wordy one, of course).

Friday, August 03, 2007

More discussions of social traumas

There's a column in the latest Chronicle that I find kind of interesting. Carol Peace (going by a pseudonym) writes about her difficulty in creating a social network at her new position, attributing it to the fact that the majority of women in her department - not to mention the campus as a whole, it seems - are pregnant or have recently had children. She laments how hard it has been to find friends to go out and do stuff with, given the constraints that parenthood places on her potential friends' lives. (She states that she is decidedly not anti-pregnancy, though, and I do believe her on that one.)

Now, I think that parenting can complicate a friendship between parents and non-parents. My life is much more flexible, schedule-wise, than those of the people I know who have kids, and I have a friend from Former College with whom it has been very hard to connect since she had her baby. Both she and her husband work, and if I stop to think about it, the parents who've had the most social flexibility are those (duh) whose spouses aren't working or only work part-time.

But I wanted to point out that creating a social network of ANY kind just gets harder and harder as you get older. Many of you out in the blogosphere have already remarked on this. I have a hard time connecting with my single friends, let alone those with kids (not that those two categories need be mutually exclusive, though in my own life right now they are). Interestingly, Peace also describes how hard it has been to connect with the few non-parents she has met:

My husband and I did find two childless couples. One is actively trying to start a family, but we've started to shop together for furniture or have an occasional cookout. The second couple seems up for most invitations we have made but rarely takes the initiative to call us. I am happy to report that they finally had us over for dinner at their place this summer.

I'd contend that the problem is not only mixing with parents as a non-parent, but just the nature of "grown-up" life in general. Making friends just sucks when you're no longer in homeroom with someone everyday or rooming with them in a dorm or post-college apartment. The more stuff one accumulates, the more one lives in one's own space rather than sharing with others, the more responsibility one takes on at work, the more parents age and need care from their children, the more difficult it becomes to make friends.

Peace also mentions that to take her position, she moved from "a town of 10,000 people to one of more than 100,000." It's clear that she thought moving to a larger town would entail a larger group of people with which to socialize. But having made the leap from my own little town (Rural Utopia) to a city, though a bit bigger than 100,000 (Former College City), I learned that in fact it's much easier to create a social network in a setting where you're thrown together with the same people over and over again. When everyone you know shops at the same supermarket, you can't help but get to know people. (I knew people at RU who deliberately grocery-shopped at 3 am so that they could have some privacy in the store.) When six houses on the same block are owned by people who also work together, socializing isn't that hard. In terms of making friends, being the big fish in the small pond is definitely preferable to being a small fish in a big pond. (This assumes, of course, that everyone else in the small pond isn't a jerk. Certainly the small pond can be a miserable place, but more because you know far too well far too many people who you don't especially like, rather than not knowing people at all.)

This isn't meant to dismiss Peace's comments about the mismatched social lives of parents and childless. In fact, I'd love to hear from the moms out there about how they perceive such friendships. But I'd suggest that reproduction isn't the only complicating factor here.*


*I should add that Peace might well agree with me - this is, after all, a brief column for the
Chronicle, not a learned tome on the subject and I'm sure it doesn't represent quite everything she feels on the subject. I just wanted to add on to her comments, rather than dispute them.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

A question for teh internets

I know there are a number of you out there involved in instructional technology, which is something I'm interested in possibly pursuing in the future. How did you get into the field, and what would you suggest as the best path for getting into the field?

(It's interesting because most of the IT people I've talked to have fallen into the field in a variety of unexpected ways, rather than doing something like getting a degree in the subject - though I've also met someone who did that. So I'm curious about how this all works. I should add that my knowledge of IT comes from the faculty side, where I think about what I want to do pedagogically and adopt different forms of technology in order to do so - I'm not especially tech-y, though I am more so than many faculty I know; my familiarity is with the basic suite of programs that faculty use, rather than any of the behind the scenes programming or whatnot.)

Thank you, o wise ones!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Commence uncontrollable giggling

Via the Chronicle's afternoon update, I give you, courtesy of Gawker:

The Top Two Annoying Liberal Arts Colleges Duke It Out

I've come into this a bit late - they're on the finals now, having eliminated most of their top ten (or however many it was), and the contenders are Sarah Lawrence and Wesleyan.

I hope employees/alumni/students/fans of those two schools [Tenured Radical, I'm lookin' at you] won't be offended if I say I find the whole contest utterly hysterical.

(Full disclosure: my own liberal arts college didn't make any of the lists, I suspect because it's a little too conventional, but it would probably fall somewhere around the Swarthmore/Vassar end of the continuum.)

(And in case anyone was unclear, this is about as scientific as Rate My Professors, but like RMP, it amuses me.)

Saturday, July 21, 2007

A conversation I suspect I will have to repeat in future

I went out for drinks/snacks with some people tonight, one from Former College and two associated with where I am right now (Temporary College). One of the latter, making conversation, asked me and my colleague what we thought of Former College. My Former College colleague and my Temporary College colleague, who both know about my non-renewal, kind of - well, not froze, but paused, a little. And they both looked at me.

I said, "I'm not the best person to ask, as I'm leaving."

Oh, says Temporary College colleague #2, what are you doing?

"I'm moving to ------, where my husband has a good job, and I'll be teaching at University of -------- for a year, and then we'll see what happens."

Pause.

S/he asks: So, just general disgust, or....?

"I wasn't renewed at third-year review."

And damn if I don't feel like crap right now.



(Not because this person said anything to make me feel like crap, I should point out - it was a very pleasant evening and this person was perfectly nice and we had a fun conversation overall. It's just that I make me feel like crap.)

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Pondering where this blog is going

You know, I was realizing lately that some of the posts that I most enjoy writing and feel happiest about are those in which I rip to shreds comment on Chronicle articles. What can I say, (self-)righteous indignation is fun.

Actually, it's more that I like the fact that such posts are less me-centered and more about specific issues than most of my others. They feel like they have, you know, substance, rather than consisting of whines. (Not to say that others' posts about themselves are insubstantial whines! I'm just not as good a blogger as those folks.)

So then I was thinking: Well, I could do more of that - comment on academic issues - you know, exercise those vaunted analytical skills I got in grad school.

But then I thought: Yeah, but who the hell wants to hear what someone who got booted out of her tenure-track has to say about academia? A tenure-track person has a position from which to speak. A whatever-I-am? Not so much.

(I should add that this DOES NOT mean that I think, logically, that anyone who isn't on the tenure-track doesn't have the right/ability/expertise to comment on academic issues. All I mean is that emotionally, I clearly derived a much greater sense of authority from that academic position than I realized before this.)

So then I thought: Well, you know, you could comment on other stuff. Like, non-academic stuff. That's important to you. You know, like Bitch Ph.D.-style feminist stuff. Or animal stuff. Love the fluffy animals.

But you know what I realized? I don't really like talking about stuff like that on the internet. For instance, the feminism thing. I'm a feminist (of whatever variety; there are lots of variations), I have no qualms saying I'm a feminist, I've been known to talk about a lot issues through the lens of feminism, or that are relevant to feminism, or whatnot.

But if I start getting in discussions with various people around the internet about such things, it gets. so. exhausting. For instance, I don't really WANT to debate the ethics of abortion. I know how I feel about abortion, I know how other people who don't agree feel, and any discussion thereof just makes me tired. I feel like discussions of abortion in this country follow the same predictable lines and they make me want to poke my eyes out with a pointy stick. I know that there are lots of admirable people who don't agree with me on the subject and I respect their right to have those opinions, but I just don't want to talk about it any more - at least on the internet. Similarly, gay marriage. You're not changing my mind, and I'm doubtless not changing yours. We're both going to be saying things that each of us has heard a million times before and if they weren't convincing the first 999,999 times, it's not likely that they will be now. Or, if someone comes up with something new, we're both going to be saying, "Well, look at what they've come up with now."

I know, this isn't a very good attitude, especially for an academic (of whatever kind) who's supposed to be about openness, inquiry, debate, and all that good stuff.

Which I am.

Just about stuff that happened over 500 years ago.

And then I realized that it's not only that I'm not willing to talk about such issues, but that I'm just so not a theorist. (In Myers-Briggs tests, for instance, I always score through the roof on whatever measures down-to-earthness/concrete-detail-orientation as opposed to big-idea kind of thinking.) I don't want to talk about "abortion" or "gay marriage." Give me a specific context, a concrete issue or conflict to resolve, and I'm much happier - the more specific, the better. (Especially when there's a little ambiguity, where there's room for debate rather than declaration of loyalties.)

This may even be why I like responding to Chronicle articles so much. I'm much less likely to write a post saying, "Hey, kids, instructional technology is great and here's why!" than I am to say, "Holy crap, did you see the latest drivel about the problems with instructional technology??"

That probably doesn't say very good things about my character. Or originality. But it is what it is.

So I may be emphasizing the commentary over the personal a little bit here. Assuming, that is, that I have time to read/think about anything worth commenting on about which I feel I have something to say. Which, at this time, probably actually is academia. And I promise that I won't turn this into a one-note tune on what's wrong with the Chronicle! You will still get cat pictures and questions about what I should do with my hair.

(And speaking of the former, I haven't posted a cat picture for a while. So here you go. Sorry to say that it is yet again Youngest Cat hogging the camera.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

I realize I'm cranky these days

But DAMN, I'm tired of reading about how things I enjoy or find useful are signs of how much current society sucks and how we're all going to hell in a handbasket.


(This, however, is a much more interesting take on "what's wrong with the world these days." I'm sure there are plenty who disagree, but it's an important question, and I can't help but think that if you replaced "women" with "Jews" or "African-Americans," there would be a lot more concern about the phenomenon. I think this is behind the Chronicle's firewall, so I'm going to be sort of - okay, completely - illegal and post the whole thing, but behind a cut.)

Continue reading "I realize I'm cranky these days" »

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Oh, look, more snark disguised as analysis

And guess what? It's in the Chronicle! (No! Surely not!)

So what have we here? Another incredibly insightful commentary on technology and education. (I can't wait to see Geeky Mom's take on this, although she may well ignore it, as it's not really worth that much attention.) We have an associate professor who admits he's "doing pretty much the same things in class [he] was doing 20 years ago" (despite the fact that today's students are not the same as those from 20 years ago), who enquires among his colleagues about this new technology thing. And when they tell him about some of the ways in which he might use technology in his classroom, he proceeds to snark about each option and dismiss it without engaging in any serious consideration of the topic.

To wit:

I can create a course that's more user-friendly and appealing to today's students by incorporating more Web-based elements. That could be as simple as placing my syllabi, lecture notes, and other course materials on my Web site -- which would mean that I first have to get a Web site.

Um, yes...which implies that the effort involved in getting a web site today is analogous to what, scaling Mount Everest? Has he never heard of Blackboard or WebCT?

Or, even better:

To make my "Web content" more dynamic and original, I can record my classroom lectures and link the audio to my site in the form of "podcasts," which students can then download into their MP-3 players and listen to while jogging or playing video games. Why any student would actually want to do that is beyond me, especially when it seems they would rather shove bamboo shoots under their fingernails than listen to the live version. But my more wired colleagues assure me this is the wave of the future (podcasting, that is, not bamboo shoots).

What's particularly disturbing about this column is that much of his dismissal of educational technology seems to be inspired by a deep contempt for his students, as evidenced in the above comment about students' willingness to listen to live lectures. This is consistent throughout the column; for instance, he notes, "Colleagues...tell me students will say things in a chat room they would never say in class. Given what students do say in class, I'm not sure that's a good thing, but hey, I'm willing to experiment."

So, what we have is a professor who seems dismissive of his students' abilities or interest in the material, and who uses that to justify ignoring possible uses of technology in the classroom. Nice.

Now, I'm not claiming that technology will transform every classroom for the better, especially when one is using technology just for the sake of using technology. Moreover, I am firmly convinced that one can be a spectacular teacher and teach classes in which a great deal of learning takes place with nothing but (as the cliche goes) a blackboard and a piece of chalk (or, for the Hopkins-ites, a log). And under most circumstances I'm going to plug face-to-face teaching over something that's purely online. But that hardly seems to be a reason for dismissing technology's potential altogether. I think there's an old saying about babies and bathwater...

Finally, someone might read this and describe my tone as rather snarky, which seems to be a case of the pot calling the kettle black. But hey, I'm a blogger, and it seems that bloggers "can say anything they want, apparently without repercussion. In academe alone, we have right-wing kooks, left-wing kooks, anarchists, and openly unapologetic jihadists, each with his or her own blog." I wonder which category I fall into?

Friday, July 06, 2007

The childless woman rushes in where angels fear to tread

I've come late to the discussion about having kids and child-friendliness/unfriendliness that's going around a bunch of my favorite blogs, enough of them that I'm way too lazy to link. Anyway, in catching up I was reading Dean Dad's post advising a woman going on the academic job market while pregnant. Far better bloggers than I have weighed in about the question, but I had a few thoughts inspired by one of the comments, and was creating the comment that ate Brooklyn over there, so thought I'd come say them here.

So, an anonymous commenter shared her experience going on the market while pregnant, and one of the things she said was this:

I made a shortlist with a R1 dept (the job I had always thought I had wanted). I had to bring along my husband and my 2-month old son (who did great), because my son was not taking a bottle from ANYONE, and so it was either me, or nothing. I was really nervous about being there with a baby, but to my surprise, the older men on the faculty were the most gracious, the most informed, and the most polite men I had ever met (most of them had had wives who had stayed at home to raise their children). Perhaps they were concerned about legality, of course, but they were still great about it. It was the department's SINGLE WOMEN who work constantly that were cold and tried to avoid talking about the child, as if he were some sort of fancy bag I had brought along. or some sort of inconvenience that needed to be ignored entirely.

She goes on to say that this helped convince her that an R1 wasn't the place for her, and she's working at a small liberal arts college that allows for a much better balance between research, teaching, and family.

Having grown all cynical about the SLAC experience, I'm not sure that they're necessarily a panacea to the parenting issue - there are SLACs that will suck you dry, where parenting won't work very well, and there are doubtless R1s that are supportive. It varies so much from institution to institution.

But what I really wanted to do was talk about the cold single women for a second. Which will also entail quoting another anonymous comment at length (bear with me!):

It may be that the women don't like children. I know a number of women who pursue R1 positions with heavy research and publish expectations. They (all of the women I know) are in that particular sort of U specifically because they do not want to have kids - ever. 

It's hard to fake enthusiasm for someone else's children if you don't like kids generally. I'm at a comm. col. but have no intention of having offspring of my own. My husband and I have already decided that children are not something we want. Also, I don't particularly like to give any of my time or attention to other people's kids. They can stay at home as far as I'm concerned. It has nothing to do with my feelings on maternity leave or a woman's choice to reproduce. If you want to do so, live it up. Just don't involve me in the activity.

My point? Maybe the faculty members simply don't like 'little ones' and it has nothing to do with them being cold or disinterested in you as a candidate. Not all of us love kids or talking about them.

After reading people like Bitch Ph.D. and Anastasia, I kinda wanna call bullshit on this. I think there's a vast difference between not wanting to have children of your own - EVER - which, incidentally, describes me - and expecting never to have to interact with kids ever again. Because kids are, you know, actual human beings who have a right to experience the world, and more to the point, parents - especially moms - are people who should have the right to balance both work and family. I think that the statements "They [children] can stay at home as far as I'm concerned" and "It has nothing to do with my feelings on maternity leave or a woman's choice to reproduce" are fundamentally contradictory, because it seems like this commenter is saying that women are more than welcome to reproduce or take maternity leave, as long as that commenter never has to see those children because they never leave their house. Which is kind of like saying, sure, you can reproduce, but you can't occupy the same spaces that I do (because face it, if the children can never leave the home, in practice that's going to mean that the mom hardly ever can, either). Which kind of adversely influences mom's ability to work.

So, going back to the first comment, I do think one of the major problems women face in any kind of career is integrating parenting with working, and I think resolving that problem requires a little more patience/comfort with kids in places we often don't expect to see them. If a department is trying to recruit someone (man, woman) with a child, who has actually brought that child with them, it is polite - and more likely to endear you to the candidate - to try to make that person feel comfortable about the situation. There are a number of ways that this can happen, but acknowledging the child's existence is probably a good one. That doesn't mean conversation should be taken over by discussion of the child when the occasion is an interview; but more to the point, ackn

That being said - I also have some sympathy for those cold single women, because I could very well be one of them (though I'm married - probably a better characterization is cold childless women). The cold women may well just be unfamiliar with/uncomfortable with kids, as I am, and I can see my unease coming across as cold. Another possibility, though, is that they may well have felt that to draw attention to/talk about the baby would be too close to those kinds of questions of personal life that are illegal in interviews. Obviously, if you bring a child to an interview you're telling that committee something about your personal life, so you're opening the door for questions about it, and presumably you're okay with that. Still, I think childless women might err on the side of saying nothing in an effort to ensure that they're not AT ALL letting the candidate's personal life affect their assessment of the candidate's professional ability. If you're not supposed to ask a candidate about their plans for child-rearing when she DOESN'T bring her child with her, are you really supposed to do so even if she does??

It's kind of like the way that some white liberals get really uncomfortable with frank discussions of race, because they feel like acknowledging someone's race and the fact that it makes that person's experience different is vaguely racist - we're all supposed to be color-blind and treat everyone equally, right? This isn't really an effective way of dealing with real issues, in my opinion, but it's certainly not inspired by dislike of people of color.

I guess I'm bringing this up because there are people who come across as cold to children in certain circumstances, but it's not always because they are un-child-friendly. And I kind of resent the assumption that because I chose not to have children, I automatically dislike them and therefore shouldn't have to deal with them if I don't want to.

At the same time, I realize that for me, so much of this debate is moot, and it's much more complicated and troublesome for women who actually, you know, have children!

Friday, June 22, 2007

Because it is clearly the silly season of summer, academic news-wise

I feel like a stuffy old fart, but you know, I have to confess that I found this column kind of annoying. (A Chronicle column annoying? Never!) I get that it's supposed to be funny, and it is kind of clever, but I just found it slightly tacky. The premise? The little daily e-flyer from the Chronicle describes it in this way:

Ask for a smoking room. Wear the name tag of someone famous. And other helpful hints for academic-conference seduction.

And the author's opening lines?

Sex and the conference. Oxymoronic, I know, and in all three senses of the word. Yet there it is — the reason the married people go, the reason the single people go, the reason travel stipends were invented. Sex and the conference is proof positive that — in the face of all evidence to the contrary; despite what you see when you look at your fellow panelists; regardless of the fact that it is, after all, Iowa City — hope springs eternal.

Yes, there is such a thing as monogamy. I'm not talking about you. While you and your beautiful partner are headed for a summer sublet in Wellfleet, the rest of us are going to the conference. Following are some tips for the unwashed.

She goes on to suggest that on arrival, one find the smoking corral, because smokers are so desperate for acceptance that "the feeding chain is entirely askew, and you can often succeed outside your customary sexual tax bracket" and that "Smokers have the added bonus of a relatively short life span, so you run less risk of seeing them twice." She also advises you to keep your minibar keys on you at all times, because:

Should you find yourself wandering around some slumbering stranger's room at midnight, listlessly wondering what could have made you think that someone working on Trollope would become interesting when he stopped talking, it is entirely possible that one of those little keys will fit the lock of that minibar. Face it: You're never going to see him again, and after what you just went through, a few homuncular bourbons and an Almond Joy is the least he can do.*

You should also try to score someone else's nametag, preferably that of someone famous; you should throw away the program, because that's not what you're there for; the first thing you should do is find the bar. (Though I was amused by the advice pertaining to the latter: "You may have to elbow aside the medievalists, but they tip over relatively easily, having been there for several days running.")

I don't know; I'm probably a humorless Puritan. I'm sure people have sex at conferences. I've never found conferences the massive pick-up central that this column describes (I know, I know, it's humor, not literal, but it's not even a parody of my own conference experiences), but then I'm not very good at that kind of thing outside of conferences, either. Lord knows that when I go to the AHA conference, I almost never go to sessions (maybe one per conference), and those sessions I do make it to are pretty poorly attended. 

But as unfashionable as it apparently is, I actually LIKE conferences. For, you know, the conference part - not for the sex. And I guess I'm a little tired of the whole "academia = bar where hipsters can hook up" trope. I'm not upset or offended, just over it.

Thoughts? Is this column funny?

*Okay, I admit that this part is actually kind of funny.

Binge and purge

And no, I'm not talking about my eating habits - I'm talking about buying books.

Preparing for this move, I'm trying to pare down as much as I can. Our new apartment isn't that big, and because LDH won't be able to be here for that much of the process, I'm keenly aware that anything I keep will have to get boxed up, hauled down the stairs, loaded in a truck, driven across country, hauled into the new apartment, unpacked and set up again in limited space. I'm exhausted just typing it. Much of the stuff I'm getting rid of will still require packing and hauling away, but at least I won't have to fit it on a truck or unpack it again later.

LDH is a devotee of minimalism, and therefore this thrills him mightily. He's also a devotee of libraries, and has made a personal vow to no longer buy books, but get everything through libraries. I'm not willing to go that far, but I've been taking a hard look at my bookshelves and asking myself what I REALLY need to keep.

One rule of thumb - or perhaps strong suggestion of thumb - that I've been using is that if I haven't cracked a book since I moved it from Rural Utopia, I probably don't need it after all. I'm squelching the little voice that fears I MIGHT need (say) a prosopographical study of Clunaic monks in the southern Loire region from 800-860 by telling it that if I do, surely I can get it from a library.  And by the time I do, chances are good that someone will have written a better one.

Strangely enough, another principle I've found operating is that if I know a book really well, I don't need to keep it, either. My graduate advisor's second book is a really great introduction to its subject, and it gets used in courses regularly. I've taught it three or four times, and had a couple of copies lying around. And you know what I realized? I know what's in it by now. I don't need to look at it to decide whether I'd assign it again - and if I do assign it, I can get a desk copy. So I'm not keeping it. (And no, the fact that my advisor wrote it had nothing to do with this decision!)

This casting-aside of books has become positively addicting. I find myself returning to my shelves again and again, asking myself, What else can I dispense with? How can I make my life even lighter? Of course, there's a purely material side to this addiction - I've been running the ISBNs of all my prospective ditch-ees through facultybooks.com (an exceedingly useful site, by the way) to see if I can get any filthy lucre for them. There are plenty of books they don't buy, and I've figured out that if a book is hardcover or old enough that it doesn't have an ISBN listed, they're not going to want it. And most of the books that they do want are only going to fetch a dollar or two, or even just fifty cents. Still, those dollars add up, and occasionally I hit the jackpot of finding a textbook, which might get me seven or eight whole bucks. Purging my campus office of books will net me $400 - that's over half of the cost of the moving truck! And I the stuff I have at home is probably another $150. Plus I have to sort through a bunch of LDH's old books, so that total should rise. Score!

Only time will tell if I regret getting rid of any of these books, but I kind of don't think I will. Most of them were acquired in binges, inspired by greed to have the books rather than to read them. When I started my job at Rural Utopia I was so thrilled by the whole "free desk copies to faculty" thing, for instance, that I requested whole piles of stuff. It was all stuff that looked interesting, or that I was convinced I would use to for teaching, but a lot of it has simply sat on the shelf, making me feel like a smart, well-read person for no good reason at all. I'm sure you are all better people than I am and actually do more research on the stuff you teach than I do, but I found that if I was teaching a survey of early modern Europe, for example, I was not as likely to consult that 500-page tome on, say, the English Civil War as I'd thought I would be. If I were teaching an English Civil War course? It would be great. In a course where we spent maybe 3 days on the English Civil War? Yeah, not so much - give me a good survey book that has a chapter or so on it, not 500 pages of dense prose. (Which makes me think about the issue that ADM's been raising in recent posts about how we stay current in our fields and do research while teaching as generalists - if I were teaching a graduate seminar on the century and region of my own research I suspect my teaching books and research books would be one and the same - but that's another post.)

Then there are the older books, the ones I got in grad school. I remember scouring the local used-book stores and the used-book stalls at Kzoo for the classics in the field, and the triumph with which I would pounce upon that copy of Haskins or Southern. (Most of these are the books printed before the advent of ISBN numbers.) Especially during coursework and preparing for my doctoral exams, the accumulation of used books by eminent medievalists of days past reassured me that I would similarly accumulate the knowledge and erudition to join their ranks. These were binge buys, too, of a different kind.

By purging myself of these books now, I don't know whether I'm trying to lighten my footprint, or trying to reinvent myself. My future in academia is uncertain; I have a job for next year, but nothing beyond that. Will I need any of my medieval history books after that? Will I want them?

Monday, June 11, 2007

An update (because I know you couldn't live without one)

My essay has, at long last, been purged of all those messy notes in all caps telling me to ADD CITATION HERE or CHECK THESE NUMBERS or ADD COMMENT RE: EMINENT SCHOLAR'S WORK. Hooray! Now I just need to, um, cut way too many words. But I can do that - I'm good at cutting. Really. (I just never exercise this skill on my blog posts.) So I'm thinking I might be able to send this sucker out this evening or, at the latest, tomorrow morning. Huzzah! Monkey on back goes bye-bye (soon, at least)!.

I had to laugh because I worked today at, yes, the coffeeshop - home is way too distracting right now, I keep looking around at things I need to pack or pitch - and when I got there, I saw someone from Former College  - who was denied tenure this year. I've seen him here quite a bit. Maybe history prof is right, maybe it is the coffeeshop! Though I have to confess that I'm more inclined to celebrate the fellowship of the rejected at this point, and so this makes me like the coffeeshop even more.

Speaking of fellowship, I was thinking again today at how good my grad program was at instilling fellowship in its alumni. When I resigned from this position (that sounds much better than saying "when I lost this position"), a friend of mine from grad school told another mutual acquaintance, who e-mailed me right away to let me know about a position that was opening up where s/he was working. This person isn't someone I'm in touch with at all or ever knew very well, yet s/he actually contacted me at a couple of addresses to make sure I got the message. It was really nice. And I get the sense that not all grad programs foster this kind of behavior.

Finally, I am so craving dessert right now. Who's bringing me ice cream?

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Deep thoughts

Can I tell you, I am so ready to leave this place.*It's funny, I think I have a talent for putting things behind me - too quickly, probably. I'm not in touch with any of my (few) former boyfriends, for instance, and it's not because the breakups were screaming nightmares - it's just that that was then, and this is now. (I have a friend from college who was almost pathological about remaining friends with exes. I still don't know how she did that. So not me.) So non-renewal? Over and done with.

I'm probably overestimating my degree of over-ness; if I stop and think about the details of what happened and how it went down, I can still get pissed off (partly at myself, but mostly at them. I'm sort of surprised at the degree to which I'm ready to blame them and not myself. I'm probably turning into one of those people who loses their jobs but it's NEVER their own fault. Like all those people who write in the Chronicle about not getting tenure, always from the perspective of the wronged innocent. I never thought they could be QUITE as innocent as they made themselves out to be - there had to be some sign, some hint of what they did wrong - because they had to have done SOMETHING wrong, or they wouldn't have been denied tenure. Because the system is logical and rational and works, right?  So that people get what they deserve, right? Um, yeah. Note to self: Academia is NOT a meritocracy. Wanna remember that this time??) (that being said, a lot of it was my fault. I gave them reasons to get rid of me. So there you go). But mostly, I feel over it.**

So, in the finest tradition of the Chronicle's First Person columns, let me extrapolate wildly from my own individual experience and offer up conclusions that you guys out there all probably knew already but that I will present as new and precious information.

Fit matters. I know you all knew this one, but it's weird, because fit is one of those things that you can't quite understand until you're on the other side of it. For instance, when I was on the market coming out of grad school, I couldn't understand how a search might fail. There are so many wonderful scholars out there who don't have jobs! There are routinely 100 applications for a medieval history position! How can you NOT find the right candidate? What are you, a bunch of snooty sadistic #^$@^s who live to torture poor new Ph.D.s, who love to make educated folk grovel?

Well, 99 times out of 100, the answer was probably fit. Only a few people fit the position, and those few ended up taking jobs elsewhere. Just because a lot of people could do the job, doesn't mean that those people were all right for the position. (The problem with the market for medieval historians at the moment is that there are enough of us floating around that the distance between those who can do a job and those who are right for it is pretty big. In other fields - for instance, Middle Eastern history - being able to do the job is almost synonymous with being right for the job. Which doesn't guarantee a Middle Eastern historian the specific job that they want, but they're more likely to get one at all.) And while I got the whole role of "fit" in the hiring stage, I didn't realize that the degree of fit at hiring didn't guarantee the degree of fit once actually on the job.

Basically, I think it boils down to this: If your department wants to keep you, if they think you fit, then they will find a way to keep you. I definitely did not make the strongest case I could have, going up for third-year review. But I also don't believe that my case was so clear-cut terrible that there was no option other than to get rid of me. Or in other words, if the department had wanted to keep me, they could have - there were positive points to my evaluation as well as negative. (I'm not sure they'd agree with me about this, but this is how I see it.)

ETA: I made a long-winded response to history prof in the comments below, which goes into more detail about the points in the above paragraph.

So, how to cope with the question of fit? I think that if you don't fit, the only thing you can do to make up for it is to be so impeccable in all matters being evaluated that you give no one any excuse to get rid of you. Obviously, this doesn't guarantee anything - doing your job well may not be sufficient. But not doing your job well will certainly lead to your doom - if you don't fit.

There are also doubtless things one can do in order to become a better fit. But it's getting late, and I'm hugely rambly right now, so I think I'll stop for the moment and come back to these thoughts in future posts.

*Emotionally, that is. Materially? Not so much. We have lots of crap to get rid of and then I have to pack. Anyone want a new washer and dryer? They're really nice. How about a stationary bike? Wanna drive a truck over to our storage space and haul it away yourself? No? How about coming over to help me pack?

**Never mind that dream I had a week or so ago, in which the Dean wrote up a summary of my time in this position trashing me in the meanest, stupidest school-yard terms you could imagine.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Who taught this person writing??

So I'm reading a book for which I owe a review - it's a book that I've tried to read about three times before this, and something about the author's writing is impenetrable, or else I've just got a terminal case of the stupids recently. But what is currently driving me INSANE is something for which I slam my students ALL THE TIME: the insertion of disconnected quotations. Seriously, this author keeps throwing in passages from texts THAT S/HE DOES NOT INTRODUCE OR IDENTIFY. And I knew there was a reason I told my students not to do this: IT'S CONFUSING. Sure, s/he cites them properly, but the notes are all the way at the back of the book, and I have no idea what s/he's talking about as I read.

Really, really annoying.

Note to self: do not do this in your own writing!

(Oh, and I should add that this author also uses the second person. Yes, s/he addresses the reader directly. I am finding this writing style VERY odd. Maybe the question shouldn't be who taught this person writing, but who edited this book??)


Obligatory disclaimer: I give all props to this person for having, you know, written a book and got it published, neither of which accomplishments I can claim for myself, and I think the issues in question are important and difficult to talk about. I don't want to trash the book. But if I could understand what it's saying, it would make my life so much easier!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

When recycling may not be a good thing

Over at Blogenspiel, ADM was talking about her experience submitting a panel for one of the big history conferences, and the issue of re-hashed papers arose. ADM wrote:

It was a little weird -- the CFP for pre-modern, especially medieval, was fairly desperate -- I've never actually seen one that said, "hey, we want you all so much that you can give papers you've given at the Zoo and MAA!" Maybe I should have suggested a re-hashed paper panel -- except that most of us can't really get funded to present the same paper twice, and it seems kind of dishonest to just change the name.

Obviously on a certain level we all  recycle work all the time, because most of our conference presentations derive from work we've done sometime in the past, not research done freshly for that specific presentation. The more potentially vexing question, however, is how much does one recycle from papers one's previously delivered (as opposed to written down at some point in the privacy of your own home ;-D)? While there's a sense, I think, that every paper one gives should be written afresh for that specific occasion, my answer is that it completely depends on context.

I don't think it's a bad thing to give substantially the same paper more than once if you can be sure that you're reaching substantially different audiences.* For instance, although I did revise somewhat (mostly in terms of framing the paper), one year I presented largely the same paper at Kzoo and then a few months later at SHARP (the Society for the History of Authorship, Reading, and Publishing, which has a web presence you can google if you feel like, but which I'm too lazy to link to). The audience for the latter had absolutely NO overlap with the audience for the former. So while no, the paper may not have been utterly new to me, or even very new at all, both times I was presenting something to the audience that they hadn't heard before, which is what I think the point is. Plus, I also ended up with responses from two very different kinds of audiences, which was helpful to me.

Another example is when Judith Bennett came and gave a talk at my grad school - she'd just finished a book and I'm quite sure that the talks she was giving at that time were a little bit like a scholar's version of the lecture circuit - she was giving the "here's the overview of my book" talk. And I'm quite sure that if she trotted off to Berkeley to give a talk after having done ours, she'd have given largely the same talk.

Now, this isn't the same as someone who shows up at Kzoo year after year saying basically the same damn thing. And I think too it's a little different if you've already published that material somewhere - if it's been accepted but isn't out that's fine, but if the article/book actually exists in hard copy, then I wouldn't want to see someone present that at Kzoo all over again (actually, I kind of take that back; I wouldn't want to see someone present an *article* all over again. If you have a book just out, I do think it's okay to do a kind of "this is all the cool stuff my book does" talk, though again, more if you're doing invited lectures at schools rather than, say, Kzoo or AHA. But I think you've only got, say, 6 months to do this kind of thing - after that you're getting stale).

So my short answer is: it depends on where you're presenting and why. Not all talks actually serve the same purpose.

This is why I could actually see the purpose behind the AHA's plea for "rehashed" medieval papers; presumably the audience at the AHA is rather different/broader and more diverse than the audience at medieval conferences. If the program committee's goal was to ensure that there was medieval content to create a comprehensive kind of program, then I think rehashing is fine. (In practice, the people who go to a medieval session are most likely medievalists, so I'm not sure you'd really reach a different audience, but the potential is there!)

I think one of the other things that makes this issue confusing/fraught is that there are a variety of different purposes saddled onto presenting a paper. If we're doing it to prove that we're active and keeping up in the profession and that yes, our institutions really should renew our contracts/give us tenure, then I think there's a fear that presenting the same basic thing more than once will look bad - it doesn't necessarily work for the "accounting" mindset of T&P. If, however, the point of presenting papers is to enter into a scholarly conversation, then I think the context of that presentation is what should determine what it looks like. But unfortunately, these two goals - promotion, and productive participation in a scholarly community - can come into conflict.

*I'm sure all the comp people reading this are rolling their eyes at the obviousness of this statement, but I think sometimes it's funny how like our students we can be - although we learn something as a general principle, in a new context we need to be reminded that yes, the same principle still holds even though we've shifted settings. It's like when I teach students, oh, I don't know, how to organize a compare/contrast paper, and then when they have the same assignment in another class with me, I have to tell them that yes, my expectations for such a paper are the same in THIS class as in the other one!

Friday, May 18, 2007

A little self-absorption

This may be a little impolitic to post, but what the hell, it's bugging me, so I'm going to.

The whole non-renewal thing has been an interesting experience, to say the least. But you know what's been nagging at me lately?

The fact that except for my chair - who kind of had to talk to me about it - not one of my senior colleagues has said anything to me about the non-renewal.

Not ONE.

Heck, four out of the five have not even acknowledged the fact that I'm leaving at all, even if they don't want to talk about why.

I'm not looking for them to justify themselves or anything - they don't have to do that, I accept the decision. I'd just like recognition of the fact that I have worked here for three years, and that this is not the outcome that anyone envisioned or wanted when I was originally hired.

So, to make this a little less self-absorbed: if you're working with someone who doesn't get hired long-term/doesn't get renewed/doesn't get tenure, they will probably appreciate it if you at least acknowledge that it's happened.

ETA: Okay, now I feel a little ashamed of how whiny this post is, but I'll keep it up to remind me not to whine in future, because then I feel bad about it!

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Yeah, so I spoke too soon about that never teaching again thing

I have a one-year teaching gig in LDH City for next year.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

RBOC, Mondo Medievalist Conference version

  • It's done! My paper is done! Let the choirs of angels sing Hallelujah!!
  • I'm not quite sure why that is such an incredible load off my mind, since I've presented a slew of conference papers before and it doesn't usually stress me out quite so much, except that I think for me this paper represented the Last Thing I had to do from spring semester. So now that it's done, what has been one of the worst semesters of my life is officially OVER. Things can get better now, thanks! /self-pity
  • And you know, actually, I think the presentation turned out okay. I managed to muster the energy to present it in what I think was a remotely entertaining manner - people laughed at the right places, and I try really hard not to read word-for-word like a robot. If I'd had a little more sleep I'd have done better, but hey, let's not shoot for the moon here. I had a couple of decent questions and some nice comments/conversation afterwards.
  • Though Another Damned Medievalist asked me a really tough question during the Q & A, curse her! (Just kidding, you know I love ya!)
  • A colleague of mine from my current school came to hear my talk. I actually was really kind of chuffed by that, because it's not like I think he had any great interest in the theme of my session (he studies India, about which this session was not. Although I think he's kind of an intellectual omnivore, so he probably enjoyed it). It was actually amazingly nice to see him walk in.
  • If I may be cynical for a moment, never underestimate the importance of looking good and sounding good when presenting papers. You know those experiments they've done (whoever they are) in which a professor presents a lecture, and then a professional actor who knows nothing about the topic presents a lecture, and students who see both invariably rate the actor's knowledge of the subject more highly? I'm convinced the same thing works with conferences. Sure, the audience is made up of pretty smart people who often actually know a lot about your topic, and you're not going to get utter bullshit past someone in your field, but I think that just minimizes the effect, it doesn't neutralize it entirely.
  • Which is probably why I have a better conference record than publication record. (Okay, well, there are doubtless other reasons, too. But still.)
  • And is also probably why people who know you already (*cough*ADM*cough*) can ask the toughest questions, because they're immune to your glamour.
  • I actually made an argument (albeit a very, very brief one) about Chaucer's Knight in my paper. Don't ask what the hell I was thinking, it just happened somehow. Now I probably need actually to look up, you know, actual research by actual literary scholars about the Knight and find out what I got wrong.
  • Oooh, yeah, blogger meetup yesterday morning. Those of you who were there, I have to apologize for my less than stellar social skills at the time. My sleep debt had reached chronic levels (hmm, mixed metaphor?), and there was a moment or four on Wednesday night when I came really really REALLY close to backing out on the conference altogether (thank you to Dr. Moonbeam and Pilgrim/Heretic for talking me down from that ledge). I hope I didn't look too antisocial at the meetup, but it was a bigger crowd than I'd expected and I'm not really a morning person. I did enjoy seeing everyone!
  • The group was big enough this time that I never did match up everyone's faces with their virtual spaces, but those present that I could identify were owlfish, Karl (formerly the Grouchy Medievalist) Steel, J J Cohen of In the Middle, Scott Nokes of Unlocked Wordhoard, Michael Drout of Wormtalk and Slugspeak, Lisa Carnell, Tiruncula, Another Damned Medievalist, Medieval Woman, Holly (I'm sorry not to have had a chance to speak with you) and my perennial roommate, Dr. Moonbeam. And of course, the indefatigable organizer, Dr. Virago - thank you for taking the lead (and for the promised hug)! I'm sorry to have missed out on who the other people there were. It was kind of interesting to see so many blogging medievalists in one place - perhaps akin to the shock I experienced on my first visit to Mondo Conference, and saw thousands of medievalists in one place for the first time (okay, I never saw all thousand+ in the same place at the same time, but the atmosphere is different with that many medievalists around, trust me.)
  • J J Cohen looks NOTHING like how I'd imagined him. Have you ever had that happen? You get a really really strong visual impression of someone from their blog, and then you meet them and it takes you a moment even to accept that they are who they say they are, because they so don't look like what you expected? Medieval Woman, for instance, looks like she sounds - not that I'd have been able to describe to you what that was, but when I met her, I was like, "Oh, yeah, that's Medieval Woman." Whereas when I met J J Cohen? Totally different. (Not in a bad way! Just that I had thought he'd look much more intimidating. He doesn't.)
  • Whereas I, apparently, am much more, um, directive on this blog than I am in real life. (No, that's not coming from J J Cohen, whom I only met briefly.)
  • Dr. Moonbeam and I had a lovely dinner with Tiruncula last night (as well as dinner with a grad school friend the night before).
  • I'm writing this in Mondo Conference's library, because to be honest, there really wasn't anything I wanted to see in this time slot. Which is really really really pathetic because there are something like 60 sessions going on right now. All the ones I wanted to see? At the same time as mine.
  • But I think now I will go visit the book exhibits, because I'm hungry, and one of the booksellers always puts out bowls of jellybeans. I ALWAYS look through their wares VERY CAREFULLY.

Friday, May 11, 2007

The joys of conference information networks

Gah. I just have to blog this briefly to get it out of my system. I have been in contact with one of the schools in LDH City about the possibility of at least part-time (ideally full-time, but even part-time would be great) work next fall/year. They were relatively encouraging, but said that they would have to wait a few weeks before they would know exactly what their needs were and they would be in touch. (That’s relatively encouraging in that they didn’t flat-out say no, you understand.) Anyway, this afternoon at the Mondo Medievalist Conference, I ran into the reason why they still don’t know: a woman from my grad program is deciding between an offer from them and an offer from somewhere else (she didn’t say where). Since Grad School Woman is also a medievalist (who else would be at Mondo Medieval Conference!), what I can conclude from this is that if she doesn’t accept (or for whatever other reason the job search fails - they may well have other candidates in the wings), they may have need of my brilliant (heh) medievalist services next year. If she does accept, of course, their need for me declines precipitously (it may not vanish, as I can slog in the trenches of Western Civ and World History with the best of them, and I know that they have a pool of part-time people who teach these courses, but my appeal as a medievalist would be significantly lessened. And even if it worked out, I’d be teaching Western/World Civ the livelong day – which, you know, I can do, and is in some ways rather appealing as a very different grind from the one I’m leaving, but is not quite as much fun as teaching medieval things. Though I’d still be happy to do it).

Anyway, does it make me an evil person if I really hope she turns the job down??? (Apparently she has done so once, and they came back with some kind of counter-offer to try to entice her. Stay strong, Grad School Woman! Don’t succumb to their lures!)

Want to know the even greater irony involved in this? I actually applied for a tenure-track job at this place the year I got the job at Rural Utopia, and I got the latter job before LDH City School finished their process so I don’t know for sure how I’d have done with them, but I know I held some appeal to them because they contacted me for an interview. (I’m quite sure that if I had got/taken that job to begin with, my and LDH’s career trajectories would not have landed us both in that city, because life just never works like that, but I still find it kind of funny.) 

So. The job market still manages to give one fits, no matter when/where/how one encounters it. In some ways I’m unhappy with myself for even caring about this, because I’m not sure that jumping right back into academia/teaching is necessarily the best thing for me right now. But I do know that employment is good, and paychecks are good, and credit card debt is evil. And that since all my experience/skills are in academia, academic employment is the simplest and most immediately promising route. I’m just not sure that right now I need to do what is easy, or if I should be figuring out what is right.

(Aside, of course, from living with my husband again, which is a no-brainer on the “what is right” scale.)

Monday, May 07, 2007

And an era has ended (maybe)

I have just submitted grades for what may be my last semester ever as a full-time professor.


Okay, lest this sounds melodramatic, I really won't miss the grading.

Though for one of my classes, the students wrote screenplays for their final project, and those were actually FUN to grade.

Anyone else (of my academic readers) done, or are you still slaving away?

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Help, please?

Okay, o wondrous intarwebs, I have a question for you: in applications/job interviews, what is the best way to address the fact that leaving your previous job was not necessarily your own choice?

On the one hand, I have a great built-in reason to give to potential employers in LDH City - I left my position in order to relocate where my husband works (and lives). My plan for cover letters is just to give this reason (for jobs in LDH City, that is).

On the other hand, I don't want to lie to anyone, even by omission, partly because I'm all moral 'n' shit, but mostly because I figure chances are good that potential employers can/will find out the real reason easily enough.

And I guess the variation on this theme is what to say to those from whom I'm requesting letters of recommendation (that is, those who aren't at my current institution - the latter already know what's going on, obviously). Again, I don't want to lie to anyone, but there's a little part of me that's afraid they'll decide that I must be a loser and so they won't want to write me letters anymore. (Paranoid much?)

Just when I thought I had all the job-application wrinkles figured out...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Some clarifications to my clarification

First of all, let me thank you again for your support and good wishes. Seriously.  Ralph Luker over at Cliopatria is definitely right, the blogosphere can do amazing things in the way of offering support at a difficult time. (And since I can't actually comment over there, because if I remember correctly, Cliopatria doesn't accept anonymous/pseudonymous comments, let me respond to Alan Allport by saying that he's absolutely right. Though I'm honored that Ralph Luker even mentions me in the same context as Invisible Adjunct, the much-missed matriarch of pseudonymous blogging.) I'm sure my situation could be worse, because I do have a supportive cadre of junior colleagues here, but it is a little odd to walk around campus and wonder whether people are avoiding me, I'm avoiding them, or if I'm just reading way too much into entirely normal interactions.

Second, I also want to thank you all for your congratulations on my resignation. I'd love to think that it says something about my grace, dignity, self-respect, or backbone, but really, it doesn't. Resigning is a pure luxury, available to me because I'm married and my husband has a good job with benefits, and is a relatively painless step as our long-term plan (as vague as it was) had me probably leaving this job to live in LDH City anyway. No, this isn't how I saw that happening, but it is what it is. If I were single, or in a relationship that didn't bring me medical benefits, I doubt I'd have the luxury of ditching this job, and I'd probably be here next year, miserable, and probably making my department miserable as well. So I'm extremely grateful that resigning has been an option.

I also wanted to add a little more about my non-renewal as I've received further info (and hopefully this will be the last post about that - I'm sick of it myself!). I know I made comments earlier about a pissed-off chair, and I need to retract those, or at least, amend them. It turns out that I was stupid, and fell into a classic academic mistake - I didn't sufficiently cultivate my department. When third-year review came round, and there were problems with my teaching, my senior colleagues felt insufficiently connected to me to feel confident that I could turn those problems around by tenure. If I had cultivated them and they felt invested in me, they'd have been willing to work with me towards getting tenure. In short, I failed on the collegiality front.

It's funny to compare this to my previous experience at Rural Utopia. At RU, there were structural things that at once meant that there was no way my department could NOT feel like they knew me (we met ALL THE TIME, much more than here), and also minimized the influence of one's actual department (departments had much weaker individual identities, and were subsumed into divisions made up of a number of departments. The division chair was really the person who exercised the role traditionally held by department chairs). So because I was successful there, I didn't think about how the different structures here would require me to act differently.

Plus, I'm of the mindset that my responsibility is to do my job and not bug anybody. Gotta work on my definition of "bug."

I am still annoyed by a number of things: that the review system here is structured in such a way that I had no idea how those senior colleagues felt until I reached third-year review; that the annual reviews are disconnected entirely from the third-year review, so that what your chair writes about you in your annual review may have no resemblance at all to how your senior colleagues see you or how you'll be evaluated at third-year review; that my jr. colleagues' opinions of me mean nothing (and I know that this is standard in academia, and yes, they're my friends as well as my colleagues in a way that my sr. colleagues aren't, but they're also the people I'd work with the longest if I'd been successful here, and I also like to think that they're intelligent and objective enough to be able to see my flaws despite being my friends. But their opinions are irrelevant); that I had no idea going into the meeting that this might happen. It turns out that my chair didn't know the decision until just a few days before the meeting, either, but that in itself is weird to me: how does one's chair not know what the outcome is going to be? Such a decision shouldn't be a surprise to ANYONE. So that seems to be a disconnect between the administration and the department.

So anyway. I thought that I understood the structure and politics of academia, and maybe I did in an abstract sense, but I clearly failed to apply that understanding to my own situation. But it doesn't matter anymore. Onwards to the next adventure!

 

Friday, April 13, 2007

Since it's Friday

I just wanted to comment that every time Youngest Cat walks on the keyboard of my laptop - EVERY time! which is often! - he manages to find a new keyboard command of which I was blissfully unaware, and change something on my computer. This time he got rid of the menu bar and it took me a little while to figure out how to get it back. How the hell does he do it?!?!?

In other breaking news, I officially resigned yesterday. I am so not interesting in being the dead man walking. I'll say more about it when I have some energy, but I'm definitely relieved (and I'm sure my department is, too).

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

A little clarification

First of all, I want to thank everyone so so much for all your good wishes. I really appreciate them, immensely - I can't even tell you how much. It makes a huge difference to feel how supportive you guys are.

Second, I should probably offer some clarifications. (And since this gets ridiculously long, I'm going to put it behind a cut, so you're not confronted with my rationalizations unless you feel like it!)

Continue reading "A little clarification" »

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

At least I no longer have to worry about whether I look professional in this space

Because my third-year review was unsuccessful. So I have a terminal year here, and then that's it.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Conference ambivalence

I never know quite how I feel about conferences. I always tell my colleagues (a couple of whom profess to hate conferences) that I love conferences, and in some ways I do, but in some ways I don't.

What I love:

- working at a weeny little school where I'm the only medieval historian, and only one of a few medievalists scattered through other departments, it's pretty cool to rejoin my academic community and hear actual real medieval RESEARCH. Going to this conference always gets me excited about doing research again (which is good, because I have to write a Kzoo paper for the beginning of May...). Like I did last year, this year I spent much of my time in the sessions making little notes to myself about my own projects. It's not that the sessions weren't interesting (although they all turned out to be literature sessions, so at times they were a bit beyond me), but being surrounded by research presentations gets my own research juices flowing.

- I love meeting people, especially those who are pretty established in their fields, and finding that they're friendly, warm, and generous people. Sure, not all of them are, but it's fun to find the ones who are. I had an especially fun moment this time round of meeting someone who joined my grad program right after I finished - and this person came up and introduced themselves to me by saying, "We just missed each other at [university]..." Dude, that means that my existence in that program was discussed after I left! That means I'm, like, FAMOUS! (okay, well, I realize that's not really what it means. But let me enjoy my little moments, okay?)

- this is probably going to come out sounding snotty, and I don't mean it to be, but going to conferences reminds me that I am not a grad student. In fact, I don't even quite count as newbie faculty any more. I'm certainly not one of the Great Ones in my field, but when I deal with grad students at a conference I realize how relatively secure I am in this profession. And while I'm untenured, my book isn't out yet, I'm at a weeny little teaching school (continue list of reasons why I'm not especially impressive), I've made the transition from grad student to faculty. There were a couple of very new faculty at this conference who still seemed to be working on that. This is not at all meant as a criticism of grad students or newbie faculty - it's just a reminder that I'm SO glad I'm not in that position any more. (It's kind of like saying I'm SO glad I'm not 18 again. It's not that there's anything wrong with being 18 - it's just that I've been there, done that, and do NOT need to do it again.)

- observing academics from other environments. I think the greatest outfit I saw was (on a man) clay-brick-colored pants, a lemon sweater, a lavender shirt, and green sneakers. It was pretty awesome.

What I do NOT love:

- the process of re-entry into research-academic pretentiousness. Mostly, this conference was pretty reasonable. One of the plenary speakers dipped into the self-indulgent side of the pretentiousness spectrum. It's not that there are no pretentious people where I work, but at a teaching school, I think you tend to focus on/talk about the nitty-gritty of teaching, schedules, etc. etc. more than research. So you're spared some of the more indulgent research-focused brands of tediousness.

- meeting people. Yeah, yeah, I know I said above that I liked it - well, I like it when it turns out well. The process still makes me cringe. I'm proud of myself that I mostly managed to avoid hiding in the restroom because there wasn't anyone I knew to talk to, but there are times when I still feel like a huge dork who's not getting asked to dance.

- feeling less successful than other people who've finished when/since I did. Like the woman who earned an M.Phil. at one of England's Fancy Pants Universities, and then her Ph.D. from THE Fancy Pants University, and is now at a R1 university with a book out. Did I mention that she's spectacularly gorgeous in a totally unique yet academic way? And that she presented brilliantly? And was also really nice. Damn her.

And then there is the problem of recovery. Did I mention that it's after 5 pm here and I've yet to get out of my pyjamas? And that I have oodles of things to prepare for teaching tomorrow? Thank God Kzoo happens after classes are over this year.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Oops

So, um, somehow I managed to agree to write three book reviews this semester.

Why? I'm so not sure what I was thinking.

Well, okay, I do know why I agreed - first, I'm always flattered when someone contacts me, specifically, directly, to ask for a review. I shouldn't be, I'm sure, but I'm still tickled if someone actually knows who I am, for whatever reason. (Goofy example given as a tangent: I was walking into the bathroom at Kzoo one year and nearly walked into someone who was walking out. As you do, we glanced at each other's nametags, and then she peered at me intently and said, "Your name is familiar. Do I know you?" And I said, "Well, your name is familiar, too, but no, I don't think we know each other." So she stuck out her hand, and we shook hands and introduced ourselves. And then fifteen minutes later when I was on my way to a session I suddenly remembered why our names would be familiar to each other: She had cited me!) And two of the reviews in question were solicited of me, personally. (Which leaves me no excuse for the third.)

Second, I like getting free books. I know, mercenary and all that, but I do - I can't help it.

And finally, these are three books that I should read. Okay, the first is one that I really really really really should read, like, yesterday. The second is right in my field and is by someone who I know uses some of the same sources that I do, and while the subject might not turn out to be absolutely incredibly directly pertinent, I suspect it will be somewhat useful for my research, and something that I could make decent use of in my teaching. And the third - well, right at the moment I can't remember what it actually is. So the chances of it being really NECESSARY for me to read are pretty slim, but I know it's relevant. Oh, wait, I remember now! Yeah, it's quite a bit like the second book - probably helpful in some way. And the author is someone whose work I really respect, so that's cool.

And honestly, agreeing to write the reviews is a pretty good way to ensure I read these books. Otherwise, who knows when I'd get to them?

Still, I'm a little horrified that I agreed to do three of these (though I exaggerate when I say "this semester" - at least one of them is due before July). Because the time spent reading and writing for reviews is time not spent on articles or the book (or even on teaching and grading), and reviews are not going to get me tenure. They're kind of nice for demonstrating my general engagement with my field (which has been praised). But that and a buck will get me a cup of coffee, y'know?

The reason I'm thinking about this is that I'm sitting at the coffeeshop, working my way through the book I really should have read already. And it's, well, a little slow. It's important stuff, conceptually, but I'm having the hardest time paying attention or following the argument. (And come on - how do you use a term to "gesture at a notion" of another concept? Ick. My inner curmudgeon is getting cranky.) But it probably will be worth reading now, so I can "gesture" at it in the article I'm currently revising.

Back to it.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Fall semester leave

My junior sabbatical application was successful, and I was awarded a leave for next fall!!!!

YIPPEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(No offense, students, I love teaching - most of the time - but I GOTTA finish this manuscript!)

Can I tell you how excited I am at the prospect of spending next fall in sweats and jeans? ;-)

To make this post something more than sheer jubilation, I have a question for you, o wise ones of the internet: what are your tips for making the most of a leave, rather than frittering away your time on the internet?

Monday, February 26, 2007

My wisdom *cough, cough* on LD relationships

There were some comments on a previous post requesting my take on the long-distance relationship (LDR from henceforth, because I'm lazy). Well, my primary take is that it sucks, but I suspect that's not quite what people had in mind. So I'll see if I can come up with something more substantial. I won't claim to be helpful, because I think the only ways to cope with this kind of thing are individual. But here are my thoughts, worth exactly what you paid for them.

In some ways, I think that I find the LDR more congenial than some people might, because I like quite a lot of space and downtime. I am irretrievably introverted in the Myers-Briggs universe, and time to myself to recharge is important. I quite like spending time with myself. Which is good, because in a LDR, that's what happens. If you are an irrepressible extrovert who needs people around you to energize you, you may find the LDR harder to negotiate. I had a friend in college who just needed to have someone there, right there with her, and if her boyfriend wasn't available, she found someone else (they made their peace with this so it's not my place to judge, though it wouldn't work for me).

Given that I'm okay with spending some time by myself, one of the biggest issues I have with the LDR is the logistics. Maintaining two households is a pain in the ass. Money is no longer just money, but some kind of referendum on your relationship. (Okay, I suppose if you have enough money that you have no debt, and you can easily afford the travel that a LDR requires without going into debt, all the while putting money away for retirement, this isn't the case, but I wouldn't know about that.) Money that goes to non-essential items is money that could be going towards travel, money that goes to travel is money that could be going to provide you (collectively) a comfortable retirement. Moreover, there's much less give in your schedule, and scheduling everything around when you can/will see each other is also really tedious. I hope this isn't TMI, but (for example) you start to have sex when you can, not necessarily when you want to.

Maintaining two households can also take an emotional toll, at least in my experience. It's hard for both places to feel like "us" places, rather than one place being his and one place being mine. This isn't such a big deal for short visits, but if one goes to stay with the other for a few weeks, it can get frustrating quickly. For us, a problem was (is) that I'm quite a bit messier than LDH is, and coming home to visit and finding the place a mess wasn't just an inconvience, it was something that made him feel like this apartment isn't our home, it's MY home. (Yes, the obvious solution to this is for me to clean up more, which I acknowledge, but it's not just about cleaning - it's about what we think should go where, that kind of thing. Because he's not here very much, for instance, I organize the kitchen cupboards according to what works for me, which is decidedly not what works for him. When we lived together, we kind of organically developed a system that worked for both of us, but when only one of us is around, there's nothing that makes us do that.)

Something that's kind of a corollary to this, I think, is just the danger of getting really set in your ways in a manner that doesn't really fit your partner in very clearly. LDH was here for the last month and a half or so, and yeah, it was a little hard to adjust my routines back to having him here. This was way outweighed by the pleasures of living with him again, definitely!, but, for instance, after coming home from school, it was really hard to make myself work in the evenings, which is what I tend to do when on my own, rather than hanging out with LDH. Now, this is not to say that I shouldn't have hung out with LDH in the evenings! Rather, I wasn't very good at recognizing that therefore I needed to reorganize the rest of my time so that I found a place to fit in the activities that I used to do during that time.

And there is a little bit of guilt, in that now that he's gone for a while (he took off this morning), there's part of me that's relieved to have some time to myself again. I know that this will wear off pretty quickly. But such a reaction, which is probably kind of natural (you should have seen my mom's glee at those few few few occasions she had, growing up, to have the house to herself with no kids OR husband) (of course, we could just both be heartless selfish creatures!), takes on a whole different tone in the LDR. Under the tyranny of the LDR, I MUST be excited and happy to spend time with LDH ALL the time, because the time we spend together is limited. And if I'm NOT excited and happy in the manner aforesaid, well, I must be a terrible wife and our marriage is doomed. 

Having outlined this stuff, I have no glorious solution with which to conclude this post. There are some things that LDH and I seem to do in the context of the LDR. We have a rule that we never go more than six weeks without seeing each other - and that's just a maximum. We'd rather not go more than four weeks, and preferably, no more than two. (Ideally, we'd see each other every weekend, but that's not really feasible when flights are involved.) We talk to each other on the phone every day (unless there's some kind of schedule conflict where we just can't). Some days it might just be for fifteen minutes, other days it's more like an hour. We usually set a general time for the call, since one of the things that bugs me a lot is getting caught up in the middle of something and then being interrupted (for a while the system was that I would call him every night, since he was more amenable to interruptions than I was). Sometimes we set up virtual dates - usually around movies, because LDH is a big movie fan, and the simultaneity works well. So this would mean that we'd go see the same movie at the same time, in our respective cities.

I guess I'd say the most important thing is learning to be more flexible. Many of you out there may not need to hear this as much as I do, since by inclination I'm about as flexible as granite; I like to do things on my time, when I want to do them. But I have learned to remind myself that LDH is only here for a limited time, and that I can do [whatever it is] at another time when LDH isn't around. Or, say a short-notice opportunity to see each other arises. You'd think this would be a no-brainer, but no one has ever accused me of being spontaneous, and I hate last-minute travel (I like to plan WELL in advance). So if I have to get all Pollyanna on y'all and point to a silver lining to this whole LDR thing, it has taught me to be more adaptable, and to recognize that not doing things in absolutely the right, correct, PERFECT way is really not the end of the world.

Which, of course, I'd have rather learned in a different context. But you take what you can get, I suppose.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

I don't think we're in graduate school any more, Toto

I'm writing a grant application, and I just had to look up my dissertation title because I completely couldn't remember what it was.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Yes, I'd like some cheese with that

My department is currently running a search, and I am NOT going to talk about how it's going or the candidates in any kind of specific way; that would be inappropriate, and besides, this is a purely self-centered post about how it feels to be on this side of a search - the hiring side.

And before I go further, let me note that I would MUCH RATHER be on the hiring side than on the applying side, and the whining that's about to ensue here should not be taken to suggest that I think I have it bad like someone who's job-searching does. Just so that's clear.

I should also say that while I am on the hiring side, I'm not a major player. I'm not on the official search committee, the members of which have the most direct input into the outcome. And while I know that I'm more than welcome to air my opinions when we do make a final decision, and that my senior colleagues are good people who listen to what others say, I also know that I am one of the more junior members of the department. It's not so much that the senior faculty here don't care what junior folk think; it's more that I've been here the shortest amount of time and don't have the same understanding of the department, the campus, and the needs of both that my senior colleagues do. Moreover, the field we're hiring in is rather removed from my own, so I don't have the same investment in this hire that I might have in some other fields.

That being said: Goodness, the hiring process can be disheartening.

I'm sure you job candidates out there do NOT need me to tell you this. But it's disheartening from the hiring side as well.

First, there's the inferiority complex. Candidates have the luster of the new and fresh, and therefore look much more sparkling and exciting than - well, than you. Scanning their c.v.s can be an exercise in sadomasochism. You yourself were never as talented, as published, as polished as these people at their stage. The sense of inferiority manifests in different ways depending on a candidate's field. Americanists often finish their degrees more quickly than those in other fields (oh my god I'm so slow!!). Non-western historians have often mastered the most dizzying array of languages (oh my god s/he can speak languages using three different scripts!!). Modernists study things about which the general public actually cares, or at least of which they've actually heard (oh my god my work is so irrelevant!!). Oh, sure, this profession isn't easy for ANYONE and everyone has their own problems. But still. If you're me, you see only problems in yourself, and candidates, after all, invest a tremendous amount of time and money to make sure they appear to have no problems.

Even if you have a stronger sense of self-esteem than I do (which is likely), if you feel any ambivalence about academia, the hiring season can bring that to the fore. If you're hiring someone in a field for which there is a serious glut of scholars (in history, one example is twentieth-century U.S.), you face the depressing prospect of bringing in ~ 3 candidates, all of whom are incredibly good at what they do, all of whom desperately want this job, and realizing that those candidates you don't hire may well NOT get a job this job cycle. This is a really terrible feeling. (Again, it's worse for them than me, but it's still unpleasant.) It's a feeling that makes you wonder what you're doing in this soul-sucking profession. Conversely, if you're actually hiring in a field which is hot, for which there is demand, you have to convince the candidates that they really want to work where you do. This may entail putting a more positive spin on your academic context than you're actually feeling. And there's something sort of disturbing and disorienting about singing-and-dancing to convince a candidate that they want your position when you know so many people struggling to get any position at all. (This is obviously not the candidates' fault; it's just a weird academic reality.)

I realize this is a really whiny post, and that job searches are not intended as some kind of cosmic message to me about my own position in this profession. But you know, sometimes they do feel like that.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Isn't this a great profession?

So, I was browsing through my Statcounter info, in an entirely successful effort at procrastination (the best thing about procrastination is that if I count it as one of my goals, I can feel extremely accomplished!), and in addition to a weird (scary) search about professors and murder/suicide at Pomona College (???), people found my blog by looking for the following things:

    feeling like a fraud
    overcoming isolation in the workplace
    important people in english lit [and I'm really sorry that such a search reached me, as I am NOT able to help you with this - although some of my readers/commenters are VERY important people in English lit, I guess!]

and the most poignant:

    loneliness new faculty

Seriously, if you're someone who got here searching for loneliness new faculty? Welcome! Join us! Pull up a (virtual) chair in the comments! I know the blogworld and my bloggy peeps have been invaluable at helping me combat my own new faculty loneliness, and now I can't imagine what I did before I was able to draw on this lovely fascinating community for support, companionship, and entertainment.

(Ummm... I hope that doesn't make it sound like I have no "real" friends and that I'm loser who can only connect with people over the internet...I do talk to people face to face and have non-virtual friends, really I do. But this virtual community has become incredibly valuable to me, and I'd recommend it to anyone.)

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Thanks for nothing

Okay, that title's a little more hostile than I'm really feeling, but it just seemed sort of timely, given the season.

Anyway, I heard back on a journal submission today, and it was rejected. (Boo!) But honestly, I can't be too upset, because it wasn't a flat rejection, but a revise-and-resubmit, and it was clear that they thought that there was merit in my article. In fact, given the amount of (perfectly justified) grumbling that goes on about academic publishing, let me state publicly that the editor's letter accompanying the verdict was EXTREMELY clear, respectful, helpful, and just all-around nice (as well as very apologetic about how long the process had taken). And two of the three reviews were just the same way - clear, respectful, constructive, very positive about the good elements of the article, and very specific about what needed to be fixed. And these were extensive reviews, that went through the article with a fine-tooth comb. I couldn't have asked for more helpful readings, and in fact, I kind of want to write the editor back and ask him/her specifically to thank these two reviewers for me. I've never had a really bad review experience, but these were both really good ones.

(The third review was much less constructive in tone, consisted of about five sentences, and made it clear that the reviewer fundamentally disagreed with my approach to the subject. Let's put it this way - say you're writing about the cultural construction of a particular disease, and you have a series of intake records in which medical professionals describe the symptoms with which patients presented, but you don't have any evidence about course of treatment. So you write a paper arguing that people at the time talked about this disease in such-and-such a fashion, and the reviewer says that you can't attach any significance to these kinds of patterns for medical history, because we don't know how doctors treated these people. That being said, I can appreciate that for this reviewer's purposes, my article would be pretty useless, and I'm not upset about the review - I'm basically just going to ignore it. Wink_3)

It's a little discouraging, though, not because it makes me feel like an idiot - the two helpful reviews actually made me feel like a halfway decent scholar, because they really emphasized that although the article isn't publishable as it is, it has the potential to make a good contribution to the field. It's just that sometimes this profession is so exhausting. I know that revising will make this a better piece of work - and it's not like I expected them to accept it as is, no changes required - but now I get to add this work to all the other things I want to do, and the ultimate goal of publication feels no closer. It feels kind of like you have to keep running just to stay in place. And I am a little bummed that the two extensive reviews both mentioned stylistic and proofreading problems. I had thought that I'd sent that thing off clean and polished, that at least I could accomplish that much.

But hey. When I stop to think about it further, I realize that in order to meet my self-imposed deadline for when I wanted to send this piece out, I didn't take the opportunity to have many other people read it. So it just reminds me of the importance of getting people to read my work EARLY, and to get feedback from others BEFORE it gets to the journal reviewers.

And to end on a more positive note, something I need to remember is that I may not be an especially good natural writer, but hey, I'm an excellent reviser. That's my whole writing style - revision. I spew on the page and then clean up the mess. So I sent this off a little early in the cleaning-up process - that doesn't mean I'm an idiot and a bad thinker, just that this piece wasn't quite done yet.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

It must be conference season

Because people are talking about conference presentations. Recently, Dr. Free-Ride/Janet Stemwedel of Adventures in Ethics and Science wrote a post asking philosophers to stop reading papers at conferences, and Collin Brooke of Collin vs. Blog defended reading in about Reading v. Talking. Before I go any further, I should make it clear that I am an inveterate reader of papers, and in this I am representative of my tribe. While I have seen people speak papers, only once (that I can remember) was that person a historian. Occasionally a non-historian at a medieval studies conference will speak a paper, but reading is pretty much the norm. (This is leaving aside the very interesting occasion on which I saw someone present their paper in the form of a dramatic dialogue. I kid you not. I think they kind of pulled it off, but it's not a format I'd recommend.)

In any case, Dr. Free-Ride had some detailed criticisms of the practice of reading papers, and I wanted to respond to them in turn. While what she says definitely makes sense, I don't think she's really criticizing the practice of reading papers as much as the problem of reading bad papers, or reading good papers badly.

1. Reading a paper robs your audience of a visual focus.
Not everyone absorbs ideas easily just by hearing them. Some people are more visual learners. Unless you're prepared to lose the visual learners in your audience from the word go, simply reading your paper is a suboptimal strategy for conveying the ideas in it. At the very least, you'll want a handout or some slides that highlight the crucial points.*

It's definitely true that some people are more likely to learn through visuals. But not all ideas in all fields lend themselves equally well to visual representation. I've never given a conference presentation using visuals, because my subject matter doesn't really work that way. I'm not showing charts or graphs; I'm not using equations; I don't study art or other visual representations. The best way I could visually represent my argument is...with a bunch of words. And since I really really dislike reading PowerPoint slides to people, I prefer not to use them.

Beyond this, though, I'm not quite sure that it works to equate speaking a paper with visuals. I've certainly seen people use visuals while reading a paper (although the visuals are usually the subject of the analysis at hand, rather than representing the paper's argument per se). And there doesn't seem to me to be any inherent contradiction between presenting one's argument in a visual way, and reading a paper.

2. Reading a paper cuts you off from audience feedback.
When you read a paper, your eyes track the words on the page.  This means you aren't making eye contact with the people listening to the paper -- you can't see whether they're nodding, or looking puzzled, or sneaking out of the room. Nor, for that matter, can you see whether they are straining to hear, which means you may end up reading your paper so softly that most of the people in your audience fail to hear the most important parts.

This is often true. But if you're a good reader, and you've practiced your presentation, you can keep your place and look up at your audience regularly, the same way that you do when you lecture to students. I also find that it's often the case that people who use PowerPoint either stare at the screen (from which they read), or futz with the computer controls. I'm not saying that therefore reading is always better; just that it's very possible to give a bad talk using either speaking or reading - and a good one, too.

3. Reading a paper often makes it harder for your audience to distinguish important points from less important ones.
I suspect some of the philosophers who read their papers do so because they have labored to find just the right words to express their ideas precisely.  The problem is, unless the paper is written to flag these (e.g., "Here is the crucial formulation ..." or "Here is my main argument against Smith ..."), the most carefully chosen words can float by and sound, to the audience, scarcely different from the 200 words that came before them or the 800 words that will follow. If you're too precious about your words and that is what's motivating you to read your paper rather than to "talk" it, it's worth considering whether this is the best strategy for having your precisely chosen words stick.

Or, you simply do what Dr. Free-Ride points out here, and write your paper to flag your main points. Collin Bro0ke calls this sign-posting, and it's exactly what you need to do to read a paper. It's the kind of thing you'd never do in a formal journal article ("Now that I've discussed the point X, let me turn to point Y"), but it's perfectly feasible in a conference presentation. I can't emphasize this enough - you need to write your paper so that all your turning points are made explicit and absolutely impossible to miss. So this is not really a problem with reading a paper, as much as with writing for your audience to begin with.

4. Reading formulae with Ps and Qs, or any claims with Greek letters, is inviting your audience to tune out.
Seriously, for equations, definitions, necessary and sufficient conditions, either put them on the screen or in a handout, or just shut up about them. If they're part of your paper that is important, they will require visual transmission and explanation -- it won't be enough just to read them to your audience.

Actually, despite having no experience in such matters, I agree with this. ;-)

5. Reading your paper makes your timing less flexible.
It's easy to try to cram in more than you really have time to communicate by just reading more quickly, although this almost always makes it harder for your audience to absorb it. Sure, it's possible to skip pages or sections as you are reading, but the transitions tend to be more jarring than they might be if you had your main points on slides that could be explained in more or less detail depending on what your time allowed.

Again, I think this is more about execution than principle. In theory, reading a paper allows you to know EXACTLY how long it will take. Yes, people do read too quickly, and they do commit the cardinal sin of saying, "In the interests of time, I'm going to skip ahead" (do NOT do this! all it does it tell your audience that you weren't organized enough to get your timing right ahead of time! and that you're so enamored of your own words that it's only with the greatest reluctance that you can bring yourself to cut any! and my feeling is that if you have to cut two pages because you misjudged your time, you're either going to end up with a paper that no longer makes sense, or you're going to make it clear that you never needed those two pages to begin with). But I've also seen people run out of time when speaking papers, and I've seen plenty of people cram way too much information on a PowerPoint slide (though, I have to admit, not at science conferences, as I've never been to one).

In his comments on the "best practices" of reading papers, Collin sums up exactly what I try to do:

I try really hard to restrict myself to 1 major claim support by 2-3 points in my talks. I generally don't spend time delivering evidence in presentations (saving it for followups). And I find real value in narrating the presentation as part of the presentation (aka signposting).

I've already commented on signposting; I firmly believe that making the infrastructure of your paper into an exoskeleton is crucial in reading a paper. I also completely agree that less is more in the average conference presentation, and try to limit my own goals as Collin describes. I remember what was, I think, my second conference presentation, which was in a session sponsored by a rather swishy and snooty academic society. The presider e-mailed me right before the conference to tell me that she thought my paper was "far too long." Thankfully, I didn't get the message till after I'd presented (or I'd have probably freaked out, since presenting in this session as a relatively junior grad student was pretty intimidating as it was). And I will point out for the record that I came in precisely on time (and while I tend towards speaking quickly, I don't think I was especially bad). But after the fact, I think she was probably right, in spirit if not literally. Because I remember presenting that paper, and I remember as I got near the end, that while I had plenty of time left, there was a moment when the energy and focus just drained out of the audience - it was like I could feel the moment that their brains had all filled up and couldn't absorb any more information. I had just crammed too many points into my paper.

I'm not sure if I go as far as Collin regarding evidence - I think I do include evidence, but if my evidence depends on, say, specific language found in a document, I'll make up a handout with the important passages, so the burden isn't entirely on people instantly to absorb any quotes I'm throwing out there.

 

Obligatory defense of my own mode of presentation aside, I do actually have a lot of sympathy with Dr. Free-Ride's points, and I enjoy listening to someone speak a paper (even though presentations with PowerPoint visuals are still pretty rare in my field, unless someone's looking at art). But it's funny, because the last time I saw someone speak a paper at a medieval studies conference, I really enjoyed it, while a close friend of mine, who trained in the same program as I did and is part of the same academic generation as I, disliked it and thought it was a disorganized mess.

I think really what it boils down to is the cultural difference between disciplines. I'll admit that I had to train myself to be able to listen to and absorb academic talks (though this was really in response to the longer lectures that were part of a series held at my grad school, where I was regularly sitting through 45-60 minute talks. When I first started going to these lectures, you could ask half an hour later what one had said and I would scarcely have been able to tell you). Listening is a skill to be developed, like any other. And I have no objection to people speaking papers - it's just not what my culture does. I realize to outsiders, that looks strange. But from what I've heard about science conferences (again, all second hand), elements of that culture look strange to me. A few years ago I was at a junior faculty meeting thing at Rural Utopia, and when we were talking about conferences, it became clear that to the scientists, the idea of the typical humanities panel, where there are papers are on a related theme and there's discussion of broader issues, was very odd. But for me, it's the whole point of attending conferences - that broader discussion (again, if I'm misrepresenting science conferences, let me know!). Either way, I don't think someone from one culture is going to be able to convince the other culture that their way is better.

Again, I have to agree with Collin Brooke on this one - I don't think the issue with conference presentations is problems inherent to reading or speaking papers. Instead, it's just that there are an awful lot of BAD conference presentations.

I think the biggest cause of bad presentations has nothing to do with rhetorical skill or inexperience, and isn't addressed by advice like this. I think that there's very little space in our academic priorities for presentation zen, and so we tend to prepare at the last minute, and underprepare. Then, when we're mediocre (and believe me, that's more often than not for me), we engage in the kinds of distancing practices that our students do (like waiting until the last minute, so that we can "excuse" our mediocrity). It's a cycle, and I think it stems in large part from the disposability of conference presentation scholarship, from the way that "getting on" the program is more important than what one does once one is there, etc. [my emphasis]

My last related anecdote: a few years ago, before Kalamazoo (big huge medieval conference held in Kalamazoo each May), there was discussion of the conference on a medievalist listserv, and there was a lot of complaint about the people who write their papers at the last minute, who are finishing them on the plane, who are finishing them while the previous person on the panel is still speaking... you get the picture. These practices are a problem, it's true. But I don't blame the individual presenters - or at least, not completely. One year I was one of those late slackers, and when I went into the Western Michigan computer lab to type up a few last editorial changes and print out my paper (in the morning of my afternoon presentation), the lab was FILLED with people wearing the conference badge - primarily, from their looks, grad students and junior faculty (in fact, I was able to reconnect with someone I knew from grad school who was now, like me, junior faculty, and happened to be seated at the computer across from mine). And I have to admit that I get a little peeved with senior faculty (who did happen to be those criticizing the conference presentations) who were able to sit back and say, "Isn't it terrible, how late these people leave writing their papers!", without once acknowledging the increased pressure to present, to publish, to get know, in order that you can even have a chance at getting a job, let alone get tenure. If you, senior faculty, have problems with the way conferences look, don't think that you're not part of the problem.

Hmmm, this post seems to have taken an unexpected turn - I thought I was only going to talk about how to do a good job reading a paper, and now I'm ranting. Senior faculty out there, don't take this a blanket complaint about your generation. (Although I'll also add that I have seen far more poor senior faculty conference presentations than grad student/junior faculty ones - perhaps because the latter have far more to lose? Or maybe I just notice the bad senior faculty presentations more because I have higher expectations for them?) But then, I'm not sure I have to worry about offending anyone, because chances are good that you're all going to give up before getting to the end of this long post! If you've made it this far, let me borrow one last thing from Collin, his standard closing: That is all.

ETA: It really is conference season! I just found this post over at Dr. Mom, My Adventures as a Mommy-Scientist.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Oh, the frustration

I submitted an article to a journal last spring, and it's got one of those new-fangled online submission things, which means I can keep checking in to see if there have been any new developments. I'm not really sure if this is better than the traditional model (send it into the black hole of the review process and wait) or not... I've been checking in and nothing has happened, until today, when I was looking at the date I submitted to see if I was justified in nudging the editor yet, and found that "last date revised" read two days ago! I don't really know what that means, but at least it suggests someone was doing something with the paper just recently.

So now I get to be freaked out about the potential of hearing from them imminently.

Or, you know, not.

    

Why couldn't I have decided to bake bread for a living??

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Job musings

Out of pure curiosity, I thought I'd take a look at the job postings in my field. It's not that I want to leave my current position, you understand (for one thing, that would entail MOVING AGAIN, which I am so not ready to do), but with a long-distance marriage, it's good to keep one's eyes on the openings - you never know when there's a job that might allow you to live with your spouse (I know, how demanding of me!). And I also just like to keep an eye on the state of the field - who's hiring, in what, and so on, who's moving around. For instance, a job for which I applied in a previous season, and for which I was one of two finalists, has come open again; I knew that the person who had beat me out for the position had been interested in leaving, oh, basically since s/he got there (this department appeared to populated by people who wanted to leave). In fact, while it's always a bummer to get turned down for something, after the fact I was VERY glad I did not get that job, because I would have felt obligated to take it, and it's by no means a terrible job, but it's in a part of the country that's VERY undesirable to me (much more so than Rural Utopia was, and location was why I ultimately left Rural Utopia). The person who beat me has moved to what looks like a more desirable location (but is it evil of me to be glad that it's not a better position than where I am now? depending, of course, on how you define better...).

Anyway, it was interesting, as it always is. Honestly, it doesn't seem to me that there are many open medieval positions this year, even taking into account the fact that I have a job already and so am likely only to take note of those jobs that are more desirable than mine (depending, of course, on how you define "more desirable," which is always the question). Since I am employed (at least for the moment, thank you to all the relevant powers-that-be in the universe governing this!), I'm mostly relieved that there aren't many positions out there, because it raises no dissatisfaction with my current position.

So what did I find? Well, I found out that Columbia is hiring a medievalist; gosh, shucks, the deadline was October 13, so it's too late for me to apply. Darn. Because you know, the only thing keeping me from getting that job is missing the deadline. Seriously. (Although is it only me who thinks it's a bad omen to have Friday the 13th as a deadline?)

The University of Arizona? Well, you know, it's damn hot in Arizona. No regrets there.

There are only two jobs that give me any kind of a twinge of regret: first, George Washington. Because D.C. would be really cool. But I doubt I'd be remotely competitive for that job, nor do I think I could remotely afford to live in D.C. Nor is there really anything desperately drawing me to the position - it's probably one of the best medieval jobs out there this year, but is it me? Eh. Doesn't speak to me.

But then there is the much bigger twinge: the University of Massachusetts at Amherst.

Massachusetts! What LDH calls "the mother ship"! My beloved blue state, a state with distinct and lovely seasons, with leaves that actually change colors in the fall! With snow in winter! And in such a beautiful part of the state, with all those lovely colleges around! And old buildings!

Alas, the job doesn't really fit me incredibly well. Because paired with Medieval European history is the history of Christianity, and while as a medievalist, I can hardly avoid learning and teaching about religion, it's not something I address in my research at all (in fact, some might argue that it's a glaring absence in my research, but that's a whole other issue).

And when I come down from my Massachusetts-inspired high, I remember that there are some issues with UMass (also known to me, in high school, as ZooMass). Now, in high school, I was a complete snot, so I know now that my belief at the time that everyone who went there was kind of a dolt was COMPLETELY unfounded. I know now that the good students at every school are as good as any students anywhere; the question is more how much of a range of abilities you'll encounter in the classroom, rather than whether there will be any good students. And in fact, I kind of miss working with less traditional students, students who struggle more with the basics, students for whom a college degree really is going to change their lives and make them better.

That being said, while UMass is the flagship public university, Massachusetts isn't a state with a spectacular record of funding its public education. I suspect when you're home to schools like Harvard and MIT, you forget to pay so much attention to the public side.

Plus, UMass is HUGE. So chances are good that I'd be teaching in a format which doesn't really appeal to me: big lecture courses. (I'm actually a pretty good lecturer, but I don't enjoy a class in which all I do is lecture.) The flip side to this is the potential to teach grad students, which I'd enjoy trying at some point, but is also something about which I'm a little ambivalent.

But you know, Massachusetts... sniff.

Anyway, this has really all been an exercise in fantasy, because there's no way I'm going on the job market. It's much more pleasant to roam the job listings when there's nothing at all at stake. In fact, it's kind of self-indulgent of me to discuss this at all, since it's such a tense and stressful time for people actually on the market.

Still, it's good to confirm that not being on the market is a good thing.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Professorial personae

So, not too long ago I issued a bleg for blogging topics, and Mano kindly responded:

Today I noticed a couple of my colleagues "dressed up" to teach (as opposed to being decked out in blue jeans) and realized that we've all changed our self-presentation over the years and have all started to look more professor-like. Did you notice such a shift among your cohort when you were in grad school? What was it like? When exactly did it happen? Was there a moment when it dawned on you that "Hey, X friend of mine looks like a professor now!"?

This is interesting to me, because actually, my experience was probably the reverse. I think that many of the people I knew dressed up to look "professorial" when they first started teaching, more so than when they had been doing it longer, and as they went along and gained in confidence, they grew more casual. One of the things that affects my perspective on this, though, is that when I started in grad school, my program had a LOT of "non-trad" students - people who'd been doing something else before they went back to grad school, sometimes for years. This made me feel like a babe-in-the-woods (for coming to grad school right after college - there were only two of us in my entering class of about 20-25 who did this, and the other person didn't come back after our first year) (though as a total aside, she ended up going back to a much more prestigeous program some years later, finishing quickly, and getting an excellent TT job, so yay for her!). I remember one of the grad students who'd started a year before me groaning and holding his head in his hands when he realized that I didn't remember one of the moments that had defined his life, the assassination of JFK (because, well, it took place six years before I was born).

Needless to say, this didn't exactly do wonders for my confidence.

But in any case, this kind of meant that a lot of my fellow grad students looked "professor-y" to me right from the get go, just because they were older than me. There were definitely those students who grew into the professor look, but until Mano's comment I hadn't really thought about their transition, maybe because it was the same kind of transition I underwent.

Anyway, I started teaching (TAing) at the ripe old age of 23, which was at most about 5 years older than my students; given that there were a lot of non-trad students at my grad U, students were regularly older than I. So I dressed up when I taught, to create some kind of distinction between myself and the students. Dressing up became a habit, one I maintain to this day (though I should add that "dressing up" generally means wearing skirts, hose [when the weather permits], and jewelry when I teach, and avoiding jeans and sneakers to teach in; I still don't own a suit).

However, if I did notice a significance change in my fellow students' personae, I think it came with being ABD. The dissertation-writing stage of grad school is significantly different from the coursework stage, and it really did seem to be the stage at which students had to grow up and become adults, because nothing external was driving them anymore. They had to organize their time and motivate themselves, and that requires a certain level of maturity. (Let me just add that I absolutely SUCKED at this. It took me five years to finish my dissertation, and while I was working full-time for a year and a half of that time, I spent overall probably about a year, spread over that five, staring at the walls accomplishing nothing. Interestingly, one of my friends, whom, I have to confess, I didn't consider an especially creative thinker, was so damned organized and focused that s/he finished really quickly and successfully. Which just goes to show that in the context of grad school, endurance is probably more important than brilliance - which is not to claim that I possessed the latter; I'm just a less dramatic example of the value of persistence. But I digress...)

I also don't mean to suggest that age automatically equals maturity in this context; the self-discipline necessary to complete a dissertation was something that my older colleagues had to learn just as much as I did. (Though some of them were definitely starting from a higher level of maturity than I was! And some of them were not...)

I think it was really the point at which people began seriously writing (as opposed to doing research) that marked a change - although traveling to archives to do research, especially when that research entailed leaving the country and living abroad for months at a time - doubtless had a lot to do with this. Especially once the writing starts to come together, and you start to present it at conferences - that has a big effect on how you present yourself, I think.

Of course, all this meandering is just based on my own experience, and on hindsight, no less. And I don't teach grad students, so my own experience is receding quickly into the past without any current experience to replace it. So I'd be curious to hear from people who do supervise grad students - do you see a point at which your students' personae change? And current grad students - when did you feel that you projected a different, "professorial" persona, if you can identify a specific turning point?

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Undergraduates and research

But first, two brief digressions:

  1. Ah, the joy of a fresh haircut! (When it's one that you like, anyway.)
  2. I had one of those weird moments today in class - I was walking around the room watching my students work in groups, and I thought, "How the hell did I end up here?" There's part of me that still thinks that I'm the one in college.

Okay, so on to undergraduate students and research. In a cosmic meeting of the minds, Dr. Virago has just posted on the topic as well. I'm not sure I'm necessarily going to respond directly to anything she says, as my thoughts seem to be meandering if a different direction, but hey, if you find this interesting, you should go look at her post, too.

Something that seems to have become much more important in undergraduate education since I was in college (lo, those many years ago) is original research. Many institutions now have a day each year given over to undergraduates presenting the results of their research; in some fields - in the sciences and social sciences, where there is a tradition of multiple authorship - students, or at least those who want to go to graduate school in that field, graduate with at least one publication.

In general, I think this is great. Sometimes I think it's just yet one more trickle-down effect of the tight academic job market - in the same way that new Ph.Ds can't get jobs without publishing more than some of their senior colleagues got tenure with, students who want to go to grad school seem to have to accomplish more and more just to get in. But overall, yeah, undergraduate research is great.

Except that doing original research as a history undergraduate is harder than in the sciences and social sciences. I don't mean conceptually - I just mean logistically. There aren't history labs sitting around for students to work in. Nor does writing for history usually entail multiple authorship - because it doesn't usually entail collaborative work of any kind. It's a lot of sitting around by yourself thinking and reading. Which means that the undergraduate has to come up with a topic, identify resources, and track those resources down before they can get to the thinking and reading. I don't mean that science/social students don't have to do such things, but my sense is that a lot of the original research that they can do as undergrads entails playing a part in a larger project that a faculty member has already established. This happens much less frequently in history.

And within history, asking students who are interested in something other than United States history to do original research is even harder. The majority of projects require expertise in a foreign language. Even if they don't, or the student has the language skills, the sources are rarely available locally. It's much harder for such students even to get access to materials in order to learn enough to write a good proposal.

So what's the solution here? There is no easy one, but I think it's important to recognize that students who want to study non-U.S. topics face a steeper learning curve than students who do, and that comparing such students at the undergraduate level is unfair.

And as the instructor, an instructor of non-U.S. history, it's hard to teach students how to do such research. When I teach a research seminar, for instance, I face the task of figuring out how to guide students through research on subjects for which first, there are fewer sources in an absolute sense (for instance, if you want to research attitudes to sexuality you have MANY more sources for the modern U.S. than for medieval Europe, leaving aside any questions of accessing those sources); second, the sources that are available are probably in a foreign language; third, those foreign-language sources may not have been edited, and if they haven't been, they're probably in a foreign country; and finally, even edited and translated sources may not be in your library (given that there's a smaller audience for such works than for U.S. materials).

This is not meant as a jeremiad against those U.S. historians who have it so easy; teaching undergraduates to do research is difficult regardless of the means at your disposal. I just sometimes feel like the experience of research that students get in my classes isn't really research, because the parameters are so limited.

None of this really quite addresses the mechanics of how to teach undergraduates to do research, which I may post about later. Instead, it's just some ponderings on my own position as an instructor who believes it's part of my responsibilities to teach students how to do research in my field.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Minor epiphany

I just realized something. It may be emotions talking, but: when I was in college, I went to grad school because I wanted to do research, not teach. I knew that the way I would be able to do research in medieval history would be to become a college professor, and I knew that to be a college professor, I would have to teach. If I was going to have to do it, I wanted to do it well, but it was never my first motive for getting a Ph.D.

So I went off to grad school, and discovered that I actually wasn't a bad teacher. In fact, I turned out to be a fairly decent teacher, maybe because I'd gone to a small liberal arts college and so had had good teaching models and been imprinted with the image of educational institutions that focused on teaching. And when I went on the market, I generated interest at teaching institutions.

So, by this time, I was identifying as a teacher. And I recognized that this was different from what I'd originally planned, but you know, people change, blah blah blah.

But what I didn't think about until tonight was how much my attitude to research had changed and how that influenced my attitude to teaching.

Specifically, what I didn't realize was how much my confidence in my ability to do research had been blown to smithereens and scattered to the four winds.

Pretty quickly in my first year in grad school, I had some encounters with my advisor which utterly shattered my confidence in my own research abilities and set the pattern for the rest of my long haul through grad school. (Now, before I go further I should point out that I didn't really have much of a clue what I was doing, so I'm not trying to suggest that said advisor was unfairly denying my native brilliance or something. I definitely had a LOT to learn, though I like to think I had some decent raw ability. I do believe that it would have been possible to learn what I needed to know in a less traumatic way, but I'd have still had to go through it.)

I became convinced that I was, at best, really ordinary as a researcher, and at worst, actually kind of bad. Which helped me focus on teaching as what defined me, my strength, what I brought to the table.

This continued as I started my first tenure-track position, too - I was ABD when I started, so I felt like an academic (research) fraud. But hey, that teaching was going well. And once I finally finished the diss, I spent the next year sort of floundering around, applying for grants and figuring out what I should do next. At the end of that year I got a clue (thanks to a great mentor), but didn't have much to show for the year. And by that time, I'd falled into a particular non-work pattern. I went to the archives and did more primary research, I presented various conference papers, but in some ways I look back and realize that I was spinning my wheels.

When I got here, I was done with the degree and had been for a while; I had a plan for a book that I thought (and still think) would be pretty damn good; and except for not having a book out, my new department seemed very happy with my research/productivity. I've finally got back into my research, got excited about, find myself with things to say - LOTS to say.

Plus, the teaching here has not always been the smoothest of sailing. Actually, the experience of it has been generally positive, but the evaluation hasn't. Which, whatever it really means, has had the effect of making me revisit my sense of myself as a teacher.

I'm not saying that I've realized that I was/am a researcher and nothing but a researcher, a researcher of insight and dazzling brilliance (I still produce stuff relatively slowly, for instance). And I may well simply be flipping back and forth between whatever seems to be working - I suck at research? Never mind, I'm really a TEACHER! I suck at teaching? Never mind, I'm really a SCHOLAR!

BUT.

What's interesting about the problems I've been having with my teaching is that I think they've allowed me to let go, a little, of how strongly I'd identified as a teacher - an identification I'd fostered due to a complete lack of confidence in my research ability that developed in grad school - a lack of confidence that, I now realize, is a fairly typical thing to happen in grad school - and in response, I've remembered something about why I went into this field in the first place.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Counting down

It's been a bits-and-pieces kind of day here. A little bit of research writing, a little bit of syllabus writing, a little bit of dealing with first year students, a little bit of daily-life errands, a little bit of vanity. Campus is full of groups of new students drifting uncertainly in packs, unwilling to go anywhere alone. I had planned to work on campus after my student obligation, but horrifyingly, the A/C was out in our office building! (In theory, it was off across campus, but our scientific sample of three other buildings determined that ours was the only one suffering. As our secretary said, "This building is the campus stepchild.") It's amazing how hot a cinderblock building can get in August without A/C - I was just glad I could get out of there (unlike our poor secretary, whose office is full of all kinds of heat-generating gadgets like printers and computers!). Let's hope it's back on for tomorrow!

The vanity was me re-dying my hair this evening - I'm not sure how it's turned out; I tried a slightly lighter shade, hoping for something a little brighter, and in some places I like it a lot. My fear, though, is that my now-very-old highlights soaked up the color like crazy and so my roots are just that much more obvious. Oh well. It's semi-permanent, so it'll fade soon enough.

Oh, and I got some clothes that I'd ordered, and I like them all - including some new jeans, hallelujah, because my old ones weren't cutting it anymore. Of course, financially speaking I'd been hoping that I wouldn't like everything, but hey, cool clothes.

So I'm gradually knocking off the to-do-before-classes-start list: hair, check, clothes, check, books are all in the bookstore, check, syllabi, nearly there. I still have to: check on my classroom (described to me as a seminar room newly converted to being a smart classroom; except it's in the basement, feels like it's on the way to the boiler room, is in a building that history students don't tend to enter, and as of last week, was not yet finished); finish setting up the WebCT sites for my classes (though there isn't a huge rush - I can finish that this weekend); and oh yeah, the syllabi. I'm just happy that I've taught these courses frequently enough that I'm not too panicked about the actual prep yet.

Happy beginning of the semester, everyone!

Friday, July 28, 2006

Because I'm long-winded: more on jr faculty changing jobs

Jessica at Monomorado left a comment on my last post about junior faculty changing jobs, a comment that she then expanded into a post on her blog. You should take a look at both, but her main point is that junior faculty who change jobs make it harder for people right out of grad school to get tenure-track positions, because someone right out of grad school can't compete with someone who has a few years of experience teaching on the tenure-track, and presumably more publications to boot. I had seen her comment, and meant to respond, but, well, you know, life intervenes... so I thought I'd come back to it now.*

Jessica's certainly right that the practice of junior faculty moving around definitely changes the dynamic for new folks trying to break into the market. But I think there are some other things to take into account: first, a lot of the people who are moving (myself included) have already done their time in one or two or more years of non-tenure-track positions, to get that experience and those publications, to put them in the position to get the tenure-track (TT)  job. In some ways they're not so much competitors with or taking those jobs away from new grad students, as much as they're just a little further ahead in the same process. It does seem less and less likely that new grad students (at least in history, my and Jessica's field) will get a tenure-track job right out of grad school; instead, they have to do the humanities equivalent of a "post-doc" or two of moving around for a couple of years first. A little bit of anecdotal evidence: In my current department of 12ish people (with degrees from the mid-late 80s on), 8 had at least one, and usually two temporary positions before getting on the TT track. When we did a search last year for a TT position, 3 of the 4 finalists were in temporary positions, one of whom we hired. This seems more and more common. I don't really think that this is just about competition between junior faculty and new grads, though - I think both are offshoots of the glutted market in the humanities.

Of course, the problem with the unofficial "post-doc" situation is that not everyone can afford to move each year for a few years before getting something permanent. It's particularly difficult  for people with families or spouses who can't/won't uproot regularly. (And why should they? When I taught in a temporary position for a year, LDH lived about 2400 miles away from me. A friend of mine had two one-year positions before getting her TT job; in the first, she was 1250 miles away from her husband, and in her second - which also entailed moving all the way across country - she was 1750 miles away from him. Unsurprisingly, most people do not want to do this! And they shouldn't be penalized on the job market because they won't, or can't. However, we all know the job market is heartless.)

Second, this is somewhat speculative, but I suspect that there's more danger of a department losing a line/converting it to an adjunct when a longtime faculty member retires than when a junior faculty person moves on after two-three years (and here, I mean converting that position permanently to adjunct, not just turning it into a one-year until they do the TT search). If, when that first junior faculty person got hired, the department had the line and felt they needed the position, they probably still do three years later. Obviously this is no guarantee - things can change from one hire to the next - but I think the line is less likely to vanish under these circumstances than when someone who's been in the same position for thirty years retires, by which point opinions may well have changed significantly about what areas the department needs. All the positions that I know of being vacated by junior faculty moving on have been replaced with new tenure-track faculty, which isn't the case when a long-time faculty member retires. (Again, I realize there are no guarantees here, and that lines can go *poof!* at any time.)

Third, departments don't generally directly compare candidates who are applying at different stages in their careers. Although it may seem like they do and although it may seem like a no-brainer as to which a department will prefer, departments vary a lot in this. Departments know that someone who's been out for a few years has more teaching experience (and usually more pubs) than a new graduate, just by the nature of the beast; they really don't judge new folks according to the same standards. It's true that some schools will prefer someone who's been tested with lots of full-time teaching experience over a relative newbie, or will be more comfortable hiring someone who has a book contract in hand (and thus is more likely to get tenure) than someone who's not yet at that stage. But not all schools do - my first job had a penchant for hiring people right out of school, and in fact hired a lot of ABDs. When I was on a search committee there, my colleagues actually looked slightly askance at people who wanted to move from other TT jobs - they weren't convinced that they wanted to come to our school so much as they wanted to flee a not-very-good situation, and they didn't find that appealing. Sometimes, people who've been out a few years have "lost their luster" in a committee's eyes, even if they've been in a TT position (especially if the position is at a not-very-"good" school) - I have definitely seen people prefer a spanking new graduate from Totally Awesome U, all shiny with potential, rather than someone who graduated from Totally Awesome U a few years before and spent the interim working at Podunk School with Students Unlike Ours (who therefore presumably hasn't lived up to their potential?). Other times, schools worry that someone who's been out a few years will demand a higher salary than a new graduate. And some departments like the idea of training someone up from scratch in their own ethos, rather than coping with a junior faculty's preconceptions from somewhere else. I won't claim (because I can't) that these departments outnumber those that prefer the more experienced candidate, but they are out there.

So,  all this is a convoluted way of saying that I think the impact on new grad students of junior faculty changing jobs depends on a lot of different factors. I suspect that people who've been out a couple of years but aren't in tenure-track positions are more competition than people switching tenure-track jobs, actually.

And this isn't meant to tromp all over Jessica's point, either - it's an important issue to raise. I wanted to throw a few more things into the conversation (without clogging up her comments box!).

*Ah, the amorphous etiquette of blogging - it feels a little weird to put this response in a post of my own, because it feels like I'm sort of trying to one-up someone, or make what is really a comment to Jessica's post look more all important 'n' shit, because it's, like, a great big post of it's own, yeah, that's it! It's just that I go on and on, and hate to do that in someone's comment box.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Changing jobs: the junior faculty perspective

I've been feeling rather uninspired recently, blog-wise, and yet I've been leaving long and ranty comments all over the blogosphere. So I finally said to myself, "Self, why don't you post some of those comments instead of hijacking other people's blogs?" Hence, this post, which began life as a comment over at Dr. Crazy's recent post on why she's going on the market this year.

I should probably begin by pointing out that I have made the move from one tenure-track job to another, and so I have gone through a lot of the thought processes that Dr. Crazy describes in her post. While most of my individual reasons for moving were different from the ones that Dr. Crazy gives, I still very much understand feeling the need to justify and explain - at great length - why I wanted to move from my job. I felt survivor's guilt for having a job at all in a crappy market (this may strike humanities Ph.D.s more so than those in other fields - I don't know); I felt guilty for daring to want to LEAVE that job, when I was lucky to have one at all!; I felt arrogant for thinking I should/could get another job (because, of course, the first job was a fluke, right? They didn't really know what they were doing when they hired me - I managed to fool them, but others would see right through me, etc. etc.). Therefore I marshalled all sorts of good reasons to change jobs, to justify it to myself and to others.

Ironically, once I revealed my decision, no one - and I mean NO ONE - thought it was strange that I would change jobs. NO ONE questioned my temerity in doing so. Even the colleagues I genuinely worried would be angry with me were supportive and took my leaving as a fairly ordinary thing to do in the course of an academic career. They were very sorry to see me go, but I never had to trot out all my carefully planned rationalizations.

In any case, that's just a little bit of context, so you can understand my perspective (or bias, as my students would say!) in the following comments.

Over at Dr. Crazy's, Liz Ferszt commented on the difficulties that junior faculty who leave create for those they leave behind:

One thing that I often deal with with younger colleagues is the bomb that goes off in a department whenever someone we've spent a year courting tells us in March that they're moving on.

None of the people I've mentored seem to understand what this process is like, and how difficult it is for everyone left behind. We do not do job searches casually. We choose you because of a wide variety of reasons, the chief one being that we can see you standing and teaching with us for years.

When your ambition to be somewhere else takes you away, our department continues. We keep going. And we have to spend another year finding a new person, investing all of the real and psychic energy into the process that has blown up on us on your departure.

When I was younger, I, too, moved around a bit. What I found in 4 jobs in 8 years was that no matter where I went, my problems were the same. It was a different location, there were different vistas, but departments are remarkably the same, and the "job" is always the same.

I wouldn't say anything, but as a senior faculty member, I've been dismayed time and again that junior faculty haven't yet been "left behind," and therefore can't possibly know the damage their ambition does to others.

Before I go further, I should say that this isn't directed at Liz personally (about whom I know nothing), but her comments really struck a chord in me - a dissonant one. I understand her concerns, and they're valid: yes, it takes a lot of time and money and energy to undertake a search, and yes, the people left behind in a department have to invest that time, money, and energy all over again. It's also true that some institutions, whether because of location or other characteristics, suffer from having to do this a LOT, which is very hard on an institution and its faculty, and isn't particularly fair (this describes Rural Utopia pretty accurately). But I also want to echo (and build on) a comment by prefer not to say:

IT'S JUST A JOB - not a marriage, or the metaphor I prefer, a family.

Junior faculty owe it to their institutions not to be a dick about leaving - that is, they should avoid leaving without previous notice two weeks before a semester starts or something, out of simple professional courtesy. But they do NOT owe an institution the lifetime commitment of marriage or family if it's not the right place for them.

This is not just about ambition, wanting to be at a "better" (i.e. more prestigious) place - as Dr. Crazy's post made clear, there are LOTS of reasons that people want to leave jobs. Yes, many of your problems will follow you wherever you go. No, there is no mythical "perfect" job which will make your life unadulterated bliss. But an individual faculty member still has the right to follow the career path that feels right to them because when it comes down to it, if their needs clash with the interests of their institution, they need to make THEIR needs the priority.

Personal interjection: Changing jobs has been very important to me - and not because my current job has made my life perfect, because it hasn't. There are ways in which things are worse at my current job than they were at my first (and I'm happy to acknowledge those differences), and there are ways in which my life here is worse. BUT: there are also ways in which the job and my life here are better. And while I miss elements of my previous job, I don't at all regret moving. One of the biggest benefits of moving, strange as it may sound, was realizing that I could - that despite the vagaries of a job market that makes me feel guilty about applying for a second job, in which I'm supposed to be grateful for having anything at all, and which means being at the whim of the job postings etc., I was able to say: "I want to move," choose among posted jobs, and get one of them. That kind of independence is really really rare in this profession and it's meant a lot to me. I feel like I have a lot less to prove to myself about my abilities than I used to. Moreover, if I hadn't moved, I would have spent the rest of my life wondering: What would have happened if had got another position? To go back to the (icky) marriage metaphor, it's a little bit like not wanting to settle down with your high-school boy/girlfriend - you need to experience a little bit more to be able to make sure what's right for you (no offense to people who did settle down with their high-school partners!).

I don't think the problem here is junior faculty who want to move; it's the academic profession, that values certain kinds of work and institutions over others, that teaches faculty to value certain kinds of work and institutions over others, and that overproduces Ph.D.s (and continues to reduce t-t jobs) such that people who want to stay in the profession aren't able to make choices about what really matters to them. If we weren't all so brainwashed into thinking that we're lucky to get any job at all, and if there wasn't such competition on the job market, people would be less likely to take jobs at places they're not likely to want to stay (because they would have more choice in the first place). But I think this is structural, not the fault of individual junior faculty. It definitely screws over certain kinds of institutions. But it screws over individual faculty, too.

One of my greatest dissatisfactions with academe is the kind of underlying encouragement to see the job as a calling, to see one's commitment to a job as a "marriage" or becoming part of a "family," because I think this is part of the way that academe abuses its practitioners. If you see your relationship with your institution as a marital or family relationship, if you allow loyalty to your institution to outweigh loyalty to yourself, it's not about nasty material things like salaries and resources and courseloads. This helps institutions substitute intangible (free!) rewards for tangible ones. Now, many of those intangible rewards are incredibly valuable, and I am NOT in favor of treating universities like great big corporations, but I do think that some of the romanticization of academe greatly hurts faculty. (At least, those faculty who aren't the high-flying stars courted huge salaries, benefits, resources, etc.)

Finally, while I don't mean to minimize the costs to those left behind of incessant searches, I also think there's something of a senior/junior faculty divide here. I have worked with some senior faculty who appear to have experienced an entirely different academia than I have, and I see some of these senior faculty harrumphing and saying, "Kids these days! Don't know when they have it good!", and getting offended when faculty don't want to stay at one institution for 30 years. Well, employment patterns have changed - not just in academe. People in general don't stay in one job for 30 years and retire with the gold watch and the pension; they change jobs and reinvent themselves a number of times over their careers. And I don't think academia is immune from this. And while not everyone may agree with it, it's again something that's structural, and points to different employment patterns as the cause, rather than the lack of loyalty or gratitude on the part of junior faculty.

As I said, Liz's comments struck a chord with me. I find it interesting, actually, that I feel the need to rant at such length on the subject; clearly I'm more defensive about this than I'd realized! And perhaps more than I need to be. But I wanted to pull some unspoken assumptions about academia to the light and examine them a little more closely.

Friday, May 26, 2006

Brief professional complaint (okay, more like a rant) - UPDATED

UPDATE: Okay, folks, I have made an error in the post below. As noted at ACTA's blog, Concerned Observer, who wrote the comment that I quoted below complaining about courses in "American Masculinities" and "Animals and Society," has admitted to attempting to parody ACTA supporters (for this admission, go here and scroll down, or search the page for Concerned Observer). Therefore I retract my complaint about that particular comment and apologize for accepting the misrepresentation of ACTA supporters. However, I stand by my dissatisfaction with the way that people outside of academia often mischaracterize what academics, particularly those in the humanities, do in the course of their teaching and research (and turtlebella has kindly chimed in with examples of criticisms of science, as well). Moreover, I do not believe that the fact that I, and others reading this blog, were ready to read Concerned Observer's comment as serious, and not a parody, demonstrates that we have been brainwashed to believe that conservatives are morons; it just demonstrates that we have all personally encountered similar comments, especially in the fora at Inside Higher Ed. Again, I did not intend this post as a criticism of the ACTA report per se - though obviously such a criticism can be understood from the post - as much as a criticism of the comments at Inside Higher Ed in general.

Finally, I'd like to repeat something that I said in a comment to the  ACTA blog post linked above. That post characterizes mine as believing that, in the words of another commenter at IHE,

clearminded thought, research, and work into the complexities of human experience leads one toward left-leaning views. That's because left-leaning views acknowledge the context-bound complexity of social experience much more fully than do views from the right. The right offers simple interpretations and answers, while the left offers much more complex ones, again because it acknowledges more fully the complexity of human experience.

My response in the comments was as follows:

I was EXTREMELY careful not to suggest what the comment [above] suggests, that clear-minded thinking etc. automatically leads to leftist views. I strongly disagree with such a statement, having encountered any number of thoughtful, intelligent, educated people who disagree with me, politically. In fact, something that disturbs me greatly about liberals (among whom I do place myself) is the tendency to think that if people just think long and hard enough they'll "see the light" and adopt a liberal perspective. I do NOT believe this and try very hard not to suggest this in my writing.

I just wanted to repeat that comment because it's something I believe very strongly: that people can in fact think long, hard, and intelligently about issues and come up with conservative beliefs. Conservative beliefs are not simply about providing simplistic answers to people who don't want to think. Sometimes they are; sometimes the same is true of liberal beliefs. I do not believe that "the right" (whatever that might be) necessarily offers simpler interpretations than "the left" - just that each interpretation weighs different factors more heavily and operates according to a different view of the common good.

Now, this doesn't mean that I'm not going to characterize specific conservative arguments as arising from a desire not to have to think. ;-) But I'm not going to cast blanket judgments along those lines over all conservative arguments.

Finally, two apologies: first, for all the bold text, but I wanted to make sure people saw the changes I'd made to this post; and second, for any incoherence, because I drove 8 hours today on crappy road food and my brain is working very poorly! But I wanted to get this update out sooner rather than later. Thanks.

You know, I don't read it in great detail very often, but I am finding Inside Higher Ed increasingly tedious. It's not even the columns, necessarily (though, like at The Chronicle, the quality of the pieces varies significantly) - it's the commenters. I'm sure setting all their columns up like blogs, so that readers can comment easily and their comments are right there, seemed like a great idea at the time. But what you tend to get are unadulterated rants: "This column deserves a Pulitzer!" "This column shows that the author is going to hell and taking everyone who agrees with the author along for the ride!" Blah, blah, blah. I took a look at a couple of pieces about the ACTA report on Ward Churchill (that link downloads a PDF of the report) (and for the record, I think Ward Churchill is kind of an ass, but I don't think that he's representative of academia generally and I do NOT think he is evidence of some kind of left-wing conspiracy to brainwash America's youth). Sure, I didn't agree with everything that the columns said. But I get utterly sick of reading comments like this one, from "Concerned Observer" (the commenter is quoting from the ACTA report; scroll down from this piece):

“Penn State University offers ‘American Masculinities,’ which maps ‘how vexed ideas about maleness, manhood, and masculinity provided rough-riding presidents, High Modern novelists, Provincetown playwrights, queer regionalists, star-struck inverts, surly bohemians, and others with a means to negotiate– and gender– the cultural and political turmoil that constituted modern American life.’”

What is this nonsense doing in a college curriculum? This is simply outrageous. The close juxtaposition of “Provincetown playwrights” and “rough-riding presidents” is clearly meant to imply that Teddy Roosevelt was a homosexual, and the reference to “the cultural and political turmoil that constituted modern American life” is a blatantly ideological description of our country that ignores its strong traditions of freedom and individual liberty.

The ACTA report also discloses an even more disturbing trend:

“The University of Colorado offers ‘Animals and Society,’ a sociology course that ‘investigates the social construction of the human/animal boundary,’ ‘[c]hallenges ideas that animals are neither thinking nor feeling,’ ‘[c]onsiders the link between animal cruelty and other violence,’ and ‘[e]xplores the moral status of animals.’

Where will this madness stop? Why would anyone investigate the “social construction of the human/animal boundary” and try to prove that animals are thinking and feeling. . . unless they wanted to marry one? Shouldn’t parents and taxpayers (and trustees!) be outraged that our universities are filled with professors promoting this kind of agenda? College should not be a place for exploring the moral status of animals, or indeed for “exploring” animals in any way.

Honestly, I'd wonder if this comment were a parody of conservative objections, but there's no reason to think Concerned Observer is anything but serious. (Usually someone writing a parody is more careful to signal that it is a parody.) Ooops - it was in fact a parody. See update at beginning of this post.

Now, I'm doubtless making my political sympathies clear by saying this, but these are two completely normal, respectable classes. Within the current state of scholarship in the academy (about which Concerned Observer probably knows nothing), these are legitimate topics of investigation. And scholarship in the academy isn't determined (solely) by politics, but by research. Scholars aren't just making this shit up because they're liberal. There are traditions of scholarship into which topics like these fit - and sure, not everyone agrees on what is a valid area of research; that's what makes life interesting.

Of course, I realize that my argument that these courses aren't "weird" or "strange" is exactly what ACTA is complaining about - such courses are typical of the leftist academy! Ergo, our children are being brainwashed! But my point is that such courses become mainstream and acceptable precisely because people are doing serious research on such matters, and that it is the weight of the research, NOT the political sympathies, that make such classes important in the academy.

Beyond this, I get annoyed that non-academics consider themselves in a position to comment so trenchantly on what people in my profession do. (I'm assuming, without any basis, that Concerned Observer is not an academic, though of course s/he might well be. There are plenty of academics involved in things like the ACTA report, but that's another issue.) I don't want to turn the academy into some kind of high priesthood, shrouded in mystery and closed to outside observation. But I also want some recognition that it is a profession, and that people who are not members of that profession should not expect to be able to critique it wholesale without some greater understanding of what it actually does. Yes, I'm sure you went to college; I go to the doctor, too, but that experience doesn't give me the right/ability to question whether doctors as a profession are, for instance, performing too many of Operation X - not without a good deal of research into the question.

And finally, that these attacks are primarily against the humanities (and to some extent the social sciences), but not the natural sciences, just pisses. me. off.* It ties back into the whole idea that anyone can pick up a book and read it, and that the many years of training that I underwent to become a professional historian - well, they don't mean anything. No one ever complains that "Introduction to Organic Chemistry" is too "political," because they think of the sciences as "neutral," AND because unless they're actually a chemist, they assume that they can't possibly understand what a chemist actually teaches in class. Because chemistry, well, it's HARD. But there's a failure to recognize the professional training and expertise that go into courses like the two that Concerned Observer challenges in his/her comment. Because, you know, everyone just knows about masculinity and animals.

Anyway, I guess the answer is that I have to ignore those comments at the bottom of the screen (though it's hard when they're right there taunting you!). I find the blogosphere's comments as a whole much more thought-provoking and satisfying - which some might say is because I only read people who agree with me, but I would argue is because people in the blogosphere actually THINK about what they say.

*oops, of course I forgot about the evolution/creation debate that biologists have to cope with. I have to grant that one.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Is it really summer?

So, wait, I got back from Kalamazoo four days ago? It feels like it was just yesterday, and it also feels like the conference was ages and ages ago.

Since then, however, I've been in a workshop for faculty in one of the programs in which I teach, and it's been rather intense (today was medieval philosophy! my head hurts!). So there hasn't been much down time. Tonight I have a professional dinner obligation, but after that I'm going to a friend's house for dessert, and I am sooooooo looking forward to it. And tomorrow I can SLEEP IN. There's an exercise class at a new local health club that I'd like to try, and it's not even at the crack of dawn - it's at 9 am! - but I'm not absolutely confident that I'll make it there tomorrow...

And yes, I am going to vist my parents - I got a reasonably cheap ticket (under $300 to the East Coast looks pretty cheap these days), and when I talked to my mom last night, one of the first things she said was, "We'd love to see you dear, if you're able to visit." Which made me feel much better. She was home, and sounded better, although still not herself. She was glad to be home, though - she said the hospital was old, dirty, and the food was terrible.

Okay, I thought there was something of greater interest that I wanted to blog about, but I suspect that the difficulty of working out form and matter and essence and existence and so on has driven it out of my head. Anyway, that's where I stand at the moment. More of interest later!

Sunday, May 07, 2006

More airport blogging

Because airport blogging means, no grading! So here I sit, blogging surrounded by medievalists waiting to leave Kzoo.

Jill was curious about the publishing and spouses conversation. It was a neat conversation in more of a social sense, rather than an academic sense - I am still convinced enough of my own insignificance that I find it odd to have conversations about such things with people whose work I read and wish to emulate. (I know, I should get over this.) In any case, the publication side of the conversation covered the importance of knowing someone at a press, which helps get them to read your work. My colleague told me that it took her four presses before they were willing even to read her proposal/chapters, and that I should be in good shape with certain presses given my advisor's pull (although I didn't say this at the time, I have a hard time seeing my advisor do anything to get me an in with a press, though her name may in fact open doors; but I also know the editor of a very good series relatively well, and she's been supportive of my work in the past, so that will help get the proposal in the door). I hadn't thought too much about this aspect of politics in publishing (I'm too concerned with producing a manuscript), but of course, it makes sense. And it was interesting to hear this coming from someone whose work I really respect, whom I assume will get doors opened on her own merit. Oh, right - academia's NOT a meritocracy! Occasionally I forget.

The spousal part of the conversation was mostly mutual commiseration as we realized that we have very similar spousal situations - not that she is in a long-distance marriage, but we both have former-academic spouses who are working to find a career in which they can be happy. She has kids; I have cats (which are admittedly much easier to deal with!). The only broader significance to this would be that the conversation helped highlight just how common (and frequently intractable) this kind of situation is.

As for summaries of sessions/papers: well, it's funny, because I've never done that here, and I suddenly feel shy about discussing people's work without their express permission. I can't figure out if that's because there's anything actually inappropriate about it, or if I'm just so used to anonymizing most of what I write that it feels taboo actually to, you know, name names! But there is no tradition of live-blogging K'zoo, and I have no idea what authors would think about me publishing summaries of their stuff on the internet. So, a brief poll: does it seem more appropriate to provide unattributed summaries, with the proviso that anyone who's interested in more detail can e-mail me, or is it more appropriate fully to attribute the material? (I'm also a tiny bit reluctant to name names and possibly draw those people to this blog, as well. The joys of anonymity. Or ostensible anonymity. I know that many of you out there know who I am, or could - I'm just trying to evade Google. If someone wants to find me for freaky stalker reasons, well, they're going to regardless of whether I'm pseudonymous or not.)

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Conference notes

I'm sitting in my hotel room at Kzoo, comfily tucked up in bed (this hotel now has Sleep Number beds, and while they're not as nice as Tempurpedic, they're pretty close!), having enjoyed a yummy room service meal. I am completely lame, but I love room service, and the hotel now has three restaurants' worth of stuff to choose from, so I had some nice pasta with shrimp and a piece of tiramisu. And in true introvert fashion, I find that by the end of three full days of conferencing and talking to people I don't know very well, no matter how much fun it is, I'm very ready for some time on my own to recharge.

So, what's worth reporting on?

Thursday night was the blogger gathering, and it was lovely to meet some of the folks out there face to face. It's been really funny meeting you all in real life - some of you are just as I'd pictured, and some are very much not, but either way, it's great to be able to put faces to words. Celandine and I met up with Another Damned Medievalist, and while I knew we were likely to be meeting up with her at that particular place and time, when she walked up to us with a big grin on her face, I thought, "Oh, that must be someone Celandine knows." Well, yes, but it was someone I knew too! I did the same thing at the blogger meetup - when people showed up after I'd got there I kind of goggled at them to begin with, thinking, "Who are they and why are they here?" So I'm a little slow, folks. Oh, and I wanted to apologize in general because at least twice at the blogger meetup I found myself asking people questions they'd already answered, and I really was paying attention, I swear - it's just new-person-overload! You realize I live (mostly) by myself and don't get out much, so I'm losing all my social skills. Please bear with me!

Many of the bloggers were also present at the blogging panel, too, which I enjoyed, although most of what was said there was stuff that I've seen come up in discussion on blogs before. But that's kind of inevitable, when you don't know what the audience does/doesn't know about the conversations on the different blogs. And there were some very interesting points about how people who blog under their real names/who blog more medieval content than I do have benefited professionally from their blogs. I started feeling a little inferior (I'm good at that) and wondered if I should include more medieval content. But then, if I really do want to talk more specifically about medieval matters, it may be easier just to blog under my real name. After all, pseudonyms don't eliminate the need for self-censorship. Although if I used my real name, I'd probably self-censor different things. So who knows which works better.

The session I was in went very well, I think - I was rather overprepared (VERY unusual) and so I'm not sure I was incredibly graceful in winnowing things down for my own contribution, but overall the panel was very good, with lots of interesting discussion from both participants and audience. And it was fun. And one of the panelists turned out to have rather similar interests to mine, and I ran into her at another session and we had a lovely conversation, so that was a nice bonus.

I've also run into the Number Two Mentor, another person who has been incredibly helpful and supportive without any material benefit to herself (she's Number Two Mentor because there is a Number One Mentor who's done the same but to an even greater degree - and no, neither of these are my graduate advisor). Well, okay, our work overlaps a lot and so she has legitimate (self-interested?) reasons to be interested in what I'm doing, but I think I still benefit more than she does. She gave a fascinating paper and we had a couple of lovely conversations, too - she asked after my research and volunteered/agreed to read my manuscript (someday!), and we had a neat talk about publishing and spouses. (Oh, and I got to see my name in the acknowledgments to her new book!)

I have to say, it definitely gets easier and easier to come to this conference - it continues to be huge, and ever-growing, but each year there are more people that I know, and that makes it easier. It's so nice to walk through the crowds and run into people I can talk to and am happy to see, and a lot of that is just endurance - the more often I attend, the more I meet and talk to people (who actually seem to remember me in subsequent years).

Of course, the less fun part of being here is wandering through the book exhibit and seeing books out by people who finished their degrees when I did or since then. That rouses my green-eyed monster, who sleeps only fitfully at the best of times. But it's not like I can do anything about it, except perhaps to harness that monster and put it to work writing my own book (which Number Two Mentor said would be "fabulous." I hope she's right!).

On the comic relief side:

Celandine and I walked past Terry Jones, who presented here this afternoon. After watching his Crusades documentary a bunch of times (because I show it every time I teach the class), I find I'm a little Terry-Jones-ed out, so I didn't go to hear his talk, but it was still amusing to see him in the flesh, just walking by himself like any ordinary medievalist. (I thought about asking him for an autograph, but he was carrying heavy stuff and looked cranky.)

I also attended a session today in which one of the speakers was a classic old-fashioned British gentleman - he had a rather sharp tie and shirt with French cuffs and nice cufflinks, as well as VERY long (and not especially clean) fingernails, and, um, well, a fragrant aura. Seriously. I mean, I was sitting through the papers and suddenly thought, "My goodness, I STINK! How embarrassing! How did I get this stinky without realizing it?" But eventually I came to my senses and realized that it was NOT ME.

Finally, in the spirit of previous conversations about how to look at conferences, there is the woman I've seen around a few times - she's probably around sixty, and has a short little bowl-esque haircut with very short bangs, and her hair is dyed about four different neon colors - orange, gold, fuschia, and purple. It's pretty amazing, especially paired with the leopard-skin skirt she had on the other day. It's not a look I'd go for, but I have to salute her courage.

Anyway, Celandine is back and I should relinquish the ethernet cord momentarily. To end on an academic note, I have heard some interesting sessions - some on London, some on love and marriage. If I'm looking to avoid grading tomorrow, I may post some brief summaries, if anyone's interested.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Why do these things remotely matter??

So, today it dawned on me that yes, I really do leave for this conference tomorrow, and that no, there's no chance that I'll magically lose 10 5 any pounds before then. For an intelligent woman, it took me a remarkably long time to figure this out.

I think I'm more worried that people are going to think I'm fat than I am that people are going to think I'm stupid.

Along the same lines, my schedule today was organized around getting my hair cut/colored and my brows waxed, and picking up my dry-cleaning. Once I finish this post, I'm going to draw up a detailed packing list, plotting out various outfits based on different possible weather permutations.

Maybe it's time to remind myself: this is an academic trip. It's not like I'm a beauty queen going to a pageant.

So, the question: is this purely vanity? (Entirely possible.) Is this something I do because women are judged on their looks just as much as on their brains - even in the "enlightened" world of academia? Is it because I can actually control what I wear/look like (except for that magic weight loss thing), as opposed to anything else about this escapade?

Sunday, April 09, 2006

It really was a good conference, I swear

What is this, you're wondering?

Program_4

This is what the conference program looks like when I start drafting my Kzoo comments while sitting in a session of papers that, while good, have little to do my own areas of interest.

(The notes continue onto the next page, where I inadvertently scribbled all over the session over which I was presiding later that day. Ooops.)

Some other highlights:

Seeing the highly-esteemed, incredibly intelligent plenary speaker - a little teeny tiny wisp of a woman - comment on a session and give all three speakers notes on where they'd got their translations wrong. And not just nit-picky errors - errors that fundamentally questioned their central arguments. Ulp. (To be fair, she praised the papers, too.)

Hearing someone file their nails during a session. Ewwwww!

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Writer's block - a trip down memory lane

Some of the comments on my last post got me thinking about the bout of writer's block I suffered during grad school, while writing (or not) my dissertation. God, did that suck! I decided to write a little bit about it, because clearly I haven't quite got over it or realized that yes, this was years ago now. Hopefully writing about it will both exorcise it from my past, and maybe offer some advice (or possibly comfort) to those who might be going through the same thing now.

So, this is a rough timeline of my dissertation years and what I was doing during them:

1995-6 (year .5): I became a Ph.D. Candidate with the calendar year, so let's count the dissertation as starting officially in 1996. I think I spent this year reading a lot of stuff. And I got ready to go to Europe to do research. I had an administrative RA with my advisor.

Summer of 1996:
I did research in Europe. I had no idea what I was doing, and my paleography sucked. Thank God I looked at pretty easy documents, as medieval documents go. I did get work done, though, by virtue of going to the archive every day and sitting there with documents in front of me. Enforced structure. It's a good thing.

1996-97 (year .5-1.5)
: Hmmm. Well, I TAed in the fall, had a fellowship in the winter, and was a lecturer in the spring (taught my own course).

1997-98 (year 1.5-2.5)
: I had another fellowship in the fall, then I taught my own course in the winter and in the spring.

1998-99 (year 2.5-3.5):
Had an administrative position at my grad school. I know I was part of a dissertation writing group, and I know I submitted one chapter to them, so I must have been doing something. I think this was the chapter I kept polishing and polishing and polishing. Boy, that chapter was great. The rest of the dissertation kind of sucked, though. I know I went on the market this year, too, and spent a lot of time on my materials, and then didn't get anything, which sent me into something of a block.

1999-2000 (year 3.5-4.5)
: Worked as an adjunct; the first semester I taught one class, and the second I taught four. I spent the first semester finishing a draft of my dissertation, which I defended right before the second semester began. (It was a CRAPPY draft and a fairly unimpressive defense - all praise my wonderful committee who were willing to pass me on the strength of what they knew I could do. Although I'm sorry to have made such a less-than-glorious impression on them.) That fall semester was really productive for me, but I don't think I accomplished a hell of a lot during the spring - I was teaching 4 classes (3 new preps) and on the market, which took up PLENTY of time. I did manage to write a conference paper, though. And then that summer I taught a course and moved to Rural Utopia.

2000-01 (year 4.5-5.5)
(the year I finished): Started my tenure-track job at Rural Utopia. So I was working full-time, but it was a 2/2 load that year. During that  time, I rewrote the entire second half of my dissertation and finally submitted it just before classes ended. Or just after. I forget. (Who cares, it's done!)

Okay, we're not going to continue to trace my productivity through to today, because this is about my DISSERTATION writer's block. And really, I still can't remember exactly what I did/didn't do, and when, and how. I do remember being in the  office where I worked in my last year on campus, and that writing group was a huge boon. I also remember spending the two quarters I was on fellowship (in 1996 and 1997) MISERABLE. I got NOTHING done. You know what I remember from my fellowship quarters? Days that pretty much looked like this:

Getting up in the morning.

Saying to myself, "Right, today I am going to write ALL DAY."

Then all of a sudden it was lunchtime, and I hadn't done anything. Well, one has to eat lunch, right? So I'd eat lunch.

Then all of sudden it was about 2 or 2:30, and I hadn't done anything. Well, that's okay, there's still plenty of time left in the day, right?

And then all of sudden it was about 4:30 or 5, and I'd accomplished nothing, and there wasn't enough time left in the day to do what I'd planned.

It must not be my day. There's no point in trying to work now - the time isn't right - I'll start again tomorrow.
   

And the next morning I'd wake up and say to myself, "Right, today I REALLY DO HAVE TO write all day."

And the same schedule would occur.

But I'd feel even worse about it, because I had the previous day of no work to make up for.

So the next morning: "I HAVE TO WRITE ALL DAY TODAY!!!"

No dice.

Honestly, I have no idea what I accomplished during those quarters. And I really don't remember much about writing my dissertation, except the time I spent writing while on my adjunct job and then in my first year on the tenure-track.

In any case, if you could excise those periods of writer's block, I'm sure I'd have finished at least a year more quickly.

What lessons have I gleaned from this process? Well, let's see.

  1. DO NOT ISOLATE YOURSELF. Seriously. Personally, I got the most done during the times I was teaching or working on campus, and part of a dissertation group, and I got the least done during the quarters I was on fellowship. I got writer's block and I vanished and hid from my advisor and tried never to speak with her about the dissertation. I had no idea how to talk about my work and what I was doing at that point, anyway. It seemed so pointless to walk into her office to say, "Uh, I read some books/documents." I think this was partly because I assumed (actually, pretty much correctly, given this woman's position in the field) that she knew everything that was in those books already, so what was I going to say to her? Now, I realize I totally should have talked to her. But I couldn't at the time. (Partly, of course, because I wasn't reading any books/documents! It was an evil cycle.)

    In any case, DON'T HIDE. DON'T DO WHAT I DID. A lot easier said than done, but what happened to me was that my advisor started making stuff up about what I was doing (or not doing). Not that I can blame her - she had no evidence to go on that I was actually doing anything! (Which, much of this time, I wasn't.)

    It may feel like you can't possibly face (whoever it is) with as little done as you have. But you know what? NOT facing them, and isolating yourself, and STILL not getting work done, is not going to put you in a better position with this person. Dread is not conducive to productivity. Confessing your sins and moving forward is a much better idea.

    Obviously, if you're writing a dissertation, this is much more useful advice than at other points in one's career. A book editor to whom you owe a chapter probably does NOT want chatty reports of what you're up to or a blow-by-blow of your research process (actually, one's advisor may not want that, either, but at least has some context/use for it). But if you're behind on something and you really aren't just about to get it done - you really are going to take a while - it's probably much better to get in touch with the person to whom you owe it to explain yourself and be responsible about it, than just to vanish for months. (I have another story along these lines, but it's probably not worth the energy to write it. Just believe me.)
        
  2. DO NOT PLAN TO WRITE IN EIGHT-HOUR MARATHONS.* Honestly, I was never as relieved as I was the day that I read Joan Bolker's words: "There are not a lot of people who can just write - not stare into space, not get up to make five pots of coffee, not talk on the phone, but write continuously - for more than about two hours a day. You can write for a very long time on any given day, but the trouble is, you can't then do it again the next, and again, and again - and writing daily is the pattern that's best suited to finishing a dissertation." (pp. 53-4, if you're curious.) I mean, it made me realize how utterly wrong-minded I'd been with all my plans to write all day long, but it was nice to realize that I couldn't do that because it was an unrealistic goal, not because I was an undisciplined slacker.

    *Unless, of course, this is necessary for meeting a specific deadline. I'm all about the 8-hour-writing-days to finish a conference paper or something. But don't plan on this as a regular schedule for writing, even if you are on fellowship or sabbatical or whatever.
          
  3. IF YOU DON'T ACCOMPLISH WHAT YOU PLANNED TO ON ANY GIVEN DAY, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER IT. LET IT GO. This was probably my biggest, biggest problem in the days I describe above. I reached such a pitch of self-loathing about my inability to get done what I'd (unrealistically) planned that I was good for nothing. NOTHING. Not every day is going to go as well as you'd like. If you blow off a day, you are not an evil, bad, self-indulgent person. Just start again on the next day. And do NOT expect yourself to do more on the next day to make up for it, because that's just setting yourself up for failure. (Y'all do realize I'm talking to myself here, right?)

    In a way, the thing that's helpful about working full-time when you're trying to get research done (rather than being on fellowship or something) is that it's hard to reach quite that abyss of self-loathing. If you're working, then you're teaching classes and/or going to meetings/accomplishing other admin/service tasks, as well as probably dealing with independent study students, professional associations, articles for review, etc. etc. There's always more that needs to be done; but at least you're doing SOMETHING. And it's hard to feel so bad about yourself if you're running around getting classes taught and meetings held and so on. Sure, it's not research productivity, but it is productivity. Being on fellowship/leave (or even just off teaching for the summer) is, for me, an irresistible temptation to work out, clean the apartment, go shopping, and watch TV - none of which are remotely productive. So I end up feeling much, much worse than I do during the school year.   

Okay, thus endeth my sermon for the day. I have to laugh, in light of my last post about feeling slow - I suppose it's better to figure this all out five years after the fact than never! Someday perhaps I will actually leave grad school/the dissertation process behind me... (Actually, I mostly have, but I guess I was feeling nostalgic today.)

Friday, March 17, 2006

Slow

Slow is how I feel sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. Today I thought about being slow after reading the latest Thomas Hart Benton column in the Chronicle. (I should probably say that I actually don't often agree with Benton's columns, but do think he usually writes about issues of substance, unlike many of the First Person authors.) In this case, the substance of the column isn't important; the title says it all:

"Some Thoughts on Receiving Tenure"

This only means anything once you realize that Benton and I started our first jobs at the same time. If I'd stayed in Rural Utopia, I'd be tenured now (probably. Obviously nothing is certain, but my chances looked very good). My dear friends there who started with me are making that magical shift from Assistant to Associate Professor. And I am not, and will not be for at least three more years, if then.

Now, this isn't meant to be a woe-is-me post (though I'm sure some of that is going on). It's just a kind of identity shift to work through - or, perhaps, to acknowledge at last. I used to be the hare, and now I'm the tortoise.

In undergrad (let alone high school), I was always one of the speedy workers. I read quickly and I took tests very quickly. It was a matter of pride for me to be the first person to turn in an exam. I also wrote pretty quickly. I don't remember doing drafts or revisions of papers much through college (except, of course, for my senior thesis, which was 100+ pp and therefore I couldn't keep it all in my head at once). I was lucky enough to be able to pull this off, and it expressed my inner, deep, impatience, a quality that I've only recently realized defines so much of what I do.

Of course, this all changed once I hit grad school. I still read quickly, but found, now that I was writing 30+ pp. seminar papers on a regular basis, that if I didn't draft and revise and revise and revise my work, well, it was crap. (Yes, it was painful to figure this out.) There weren't a lot of tests for me to speed-write (it was actually sort of a sad day to pass my preliminary exams, since I knew my good test-taking skills would probably never be of use to me again). Basically, I was no longer the speedy one. And my progress confirmed this - it took me three years, instead of two, to complete my MA; I went ABD at the beginning of my fifth year, rather than the end of my third (the theoretical time when one was supposed to take one's exams) or sometime during my fourth (in practice, when most people I knew took them). It took me five years to write my dissertation.

I still managed to feel relatively speedy, however, because I started grad school straight from undergrad, and got used to being the youngest in my cohort. More than that, I was younger than most of the people in the next couple of cohorts below me (though demographics at my grad program have changed, and I'd say that now the majority of people enter straight from undergrad, unlike when I went through, when it was much less common). So even with all the time it took me to finish my degree, I wasn't exactly one of the oldest in my position. And I look younger than I am, generally. When I taught as an adjunct, and when I started at Rural Utopia, people always asked me if I was going to school there. In my first year at RU, when I was carded at the liquor store, the guy behind the counter looked at my birthdate and said, "Holy smokers! You've aged well!" (Heh, even here, a couple of weeks ago, I got asked if I was a work-study student, though really, I chalk that up to the speaker's lunacy, because I really do NOT still look like an undergrad. Here, however, I suddenly feel old. All the first-year faculty look like grad students to me. They are a range of ages, of course, but many of them are a good 7-10 years younger than I am.

So, I could live with the time it took me to get where I was. And I still can; yes, it would have been great to get through the degree more quickly, and I can definitely look back to time working on the dissertation when I was accomplishing NOTHING, nothing at ALL, and if I'd been able to eliminate that, I'd have certainly finished earlier. But basically, I took the time I needed to take. I think as quickly as I think. That's all there is to it - there's no point in beating myself up over it.

And I don't regret changing jobs. Yes, there are still things I miss about Rural Utopia - primarily the people, faculty and students - and there are things I dislike about my current job - which I will pass over in silence. No, LDH and I still aren't in the same place, which had been part of the reason for moving, and that sucks. (Ironically, if we'd stayed at RU, chances are decent that he would have ended up working about 2 1/2 -3 hours away, and one of the reasons we left was that we thought that was unworkable. So now he works 7 hours away. Ah, irony, life's little kick in the butt...) And yes, I'm struggling with the reception of my teaching here. Tenure seems much less likely here than it did at RU (not that it's impossible/unlikely here, mind you, just less so than at RU). But I needed to make that move. I didn't want to live in Rural Utopia for the rest of my life. And I needed to know that I could make such a move. I needed to know that I could, at some minimum level, choose where I worked, rather than work there only because it was the place that hired me. Even if the bed I currently lie in has some lumps in it that my previous one didn't, at least I made it for myself.

But now I feel not only that I'm not speedy, but that I'm not even average - I'm slow. I've fallen behind. I will spend at least nine years on the tenure track. Like I said, I think that's okay. One does what one has to do. If this is the path I've chosen, so be it. But I can't ignore the fact that my own personal career path, for whatever perfectly reasonable and personal reasons, is slower than the ideal. And I can't ignore the growing gap between my impatience, and its sense of what I should be able to accomplish, and what I actually am accomplishing.

Like I said, this isn't about feeling self-pity. This is really about being able to understand how I work, without illusions based on how I wish I worked or who I wish I really was. If I can take a step back and realize that my academic work in fact doesn't fit the speedy model I have in my head, then I can be much more realistic about how I work and plan for the real world.

(Though I have to confess that seeing Thomas Hart Benton get tenure still gives me a twinge.)

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Employment ideas

But not for me. A few posts ago I asked for blogging suggestions, and trillwing had the following question:

I'm finishing up an unsuccessful first year on the job market--though I still have some community college jobs to apply for, I don't expect much success. I don't yet have my Ph.D. in hand (hopefully I will in June), so that may explain in part (but only in part) the overwhelming lack of interest in my interdisciplinary degree and my years and years of teaching experience. Anyway, my question is this: What do I do next year? I can't afford to adjunct at the local wages, as they'd barely cover health insurance, let alone rent, diapers, and dog food.

So. . . any ideas how to keep myself relevant enough to the academic humanities/social sciences that I can go back on the job market next year while still making a decent salary in the coming year--that is, more than, say, my undergrads would make upon graduation? :P I'd be perfectly happy to find a terrific nonacademic job that became a career position, but at this point I'm overeducated and, I think, a bit frightening to nonacademic employers.

I am not much help at ALL on this one - my solution was to take a last-minute temporary position for which I might as well have been paying them, given the money I made in the first semester. (I am EXTREMELY lucky and was able to get help from my family to make it through.) If I were to find myself in this situation now, my response would probably be to hie myself to a temp agency.

The only thing that I would suggest (which I'd imagine trillwing has already thought of) is looking for administrative positions - are there any academic centers - writing centers, interdisciplinary programs, etc. - that might be hiring? This kind of academic connection can, I think, help you continue to look current/in touch while still paying the bills.

What would the rest of you out there suggest?

Monday, February 06, 2006

Junior faculty workloads

In the comments to my completely self-serving post below, ewjn06 raises the question of junior faculty workloads. Ever your humble servant, I'll post a few thoughts (though I have to say that I feel like I'm trying to be Dean Dad, and I won't do as good a job as he does!).

First of all, I will say that faculty workloads in general are, generally, heavy, and invisible. Heavy, because there is no clear dividing line between "work time" and "off time;" every faculty member I know spends much of their leisure time conscious of the work that they could perhaps be doing  instead (those of you who don't, I salute you). As a medievalist, I always feel like that even if I were completely up to speed on my grading and class prep (which never happens), or had completely finished a research project without anything waiting in the wings (which also never happens), if I were truly dedicated, I could always start learning another language. I also think that the academic calendar tends to fit 12 months worth of work into 9 months of faculty contract, so that instead of having a balanced workload year-round, it's feast (during the school year) and famine (during the summer. When one definitely works, but in a different way).

And invisible, because the majority of non-academics have no idea what our job entails. (Remember, we all work 6 hours a week and make $150K, right?) True, I consider it a great luxury to have the kind of autonomy and flexibility that academia provides, but it certainly doesn't mean I'm not working - instead, it means I'm working all the time (see previous point).

Junior faculty, of course, face particular burdens due to their place in the food chain. Junior faculty often feel unable to say no to requests for their time/presence, for instance, because of the need to appear agreeable and collegial in tenure reviews. At the same time, junior faculty are also generally working on building up a stable of courses, which is incredibly time-consuming and sleep-eradicating.

I would submit, however, that the junior faculty workload has only got worse in the last 10 years or so, due (like almost everything else, it seems) to the conditions of the market. In the same way that junior faculty are often being hired with better vitae than many of the people hiring them had when they earned tenure, schools can demand more of the junior faculty that they do hire. After all, given the glut in the job market, schools that formerly had little to no research expectation for tenure are now hiring people out of major research programs who have strong research agendas. It's not hard to raise the research expectations for tenure in such a situation. But such schools don't reduce the other expectations correspondingly - teaching is still expected to be stellar, service is still a relatively heavy burden.

Another wrinkle that comes out of all this seems to be in play in ewjn06's case, too. The changing demographics of the junior professoriate often create a huge cultural barrier between the junior faculty and the senior faculty who hire them. I should point out that this is certainly not always the case, and I do NOT mean to paint senior faculty all with the same evil brush. Let me say, for instance, that I love the senior faculty in my department, who are all incredibly supportive and helpful (but I think there are some structural things that encourage that, which I'll get to in a moment). What I do know, however, is that ejnw06's experience with her senior faculty reminds me of some of my own past experiences.

There are a LOT of department out there that are incredibly split, demographically. At Rural Utopia, for a time I was the only tenure-track junior faculty member among a group of senior faculty who'd all been at the school since the mid-70s. In RU's case, some of this was a result of weird circumstances out of anyone's control. But in my many years on the job market (4, if you want to know), I came across many, many, many departments - generally at smaller schools that, in the past, would have had minimal research requirements for tenure - populated by 5-7 faculty who'd earned their Ph.D.s in the early-mid-70s, and then maybe one person with a doctorate from the 90s. (This is starting to turn into departments where everyone earned their degree in the 90s, as the senior generation retires, but it hasn't happened everywhere yet.) What this means is that you have a department that 1) has done very little hiring recently, and 2) is composed primarily of people who've been in place for nearly 30 years.

This is a very, very, very hard situation for the junior faculty member (and probably for the senior members, too, but I can't comment on that).

The problem, as I've experienced it, is simply that the junior and senior faculty members inhabit two entirely different academias. The administrative assistant at RU once said to me, "You treat this like a job - you know, as a career. They [meaning senior faculty] treat it like their life." Now, while one of the distinguishing features of academia among all academics (as far as I can tell) is an inability to separate life and work, what she meant was that I (and my jr. faculty cohort) were professional and approached this as a job, whereas the senior faculty treated it as a calling. Or at the least, something unlike a modern career.

What this can result in, then, is a junior faculty member to whom many look for more "professional" approaches to the job (need catalog copy? ask jr. faculty, who won't resent just on principle the "registrar-speak" of catalog copy. Need someone to work on student retention? ask the jr. faculty), yet who also needs to spend lots of time getting their teaching up to snuff, fulfill the expectations of teaching and service that were developed probably twenty-five years before, AND get out that research that makes every place look so good these days. At the same time that they deal with senior faculty who feel invested in the way that the department/institution has developed and may want to keep it that way; who are invested in research identities of their own, and may feel humbled or threatened by the activity of their junior colleagues; and who may be suspicious of what looks like change for change's sake.

I should emphasize that I don't really know how generally accurate this picture is. My sense, however, anecdotally from other junior faculty, is that it is, at the least, not uncommon.

How to cope with it? I don't have any great solutions to that. Personally, I changed jobs. My current institution has managed to avoid that senior faculty glut, and has hired pretty regularly since the early 80s or so. Therefore, they don't currently face the problem of how to negotiate that demographic transition. (So, note for the future: try to avoid loading the deck with all one generation! My fear is that many of these top-heavy departments are merely setting themselves up for the same problem 30 years down the road, when they're full of people from the late 9os who all have to be replaced at once. Of course, who knows what academia will look like then?)

But these are the suggestions I have: make alliances outside your department. Find other junior faculty who can provide emotional and institutional support. Find supportive associate professors who may be able to bridge the gulf between junior and fully senior. Administrators can also be useful allies, if they are more likely to be sympathetic than your senior colleagues. (This often depends on whether the administrators identify with the senior colleagues or not - but many of them come from outside an institution, so they're as likely to be frustrated as you are).

As for reducing the workload (what I think ewjn06 was really asking about, and which I've sort of wandered away from), learn to say no. This is where administrative allies can be important, because it's great if you can say, "I'd love to, but [Administrator X] really feels I need to spend more time on my research/teaching/anything that's not what you've been asked to do." If possible, only take on those service responsibilities that are important to you.

Also, recognize that the teaching prep will get better. I am at a point now where, unless I introduce a new course (which, of course, I am expected to do periodically, and want to do), I have many of my courses ready to go. Of course I change things every year (in the hopes of creating the Ur-Course, the One Course to Bind Them All). But I can walk into class and talk about Renaissance Italy without slaving for hours to write a lecture (thank God). There's a certain amount of inevitable suckage when prepping new courses, that's really hard to avoid.

What should faculty workloads look like? I'm probably not the best person to answer that. I have no kids, my husband lives in another state, and I tend to dedicate myself to my work to compensate. (My work, and CSI in all its variations.) But I do think everyone has to find a balance that works for them. And not get sucked into the kinds of masochistic "I work harder than you, no you don't, I work the hardest" one-upmanship that often pervades academia.

So, after all these words, I'm not sure I'm helping ewjn06 very much. Anyone else want to weigh in? What words of advice and wisdom would you provide? What should a faculty workload look like, and how do you get yours to look that way?

Saturday, January 28, 2006

The mommy track

Like Madeline at academom, I got an e-mail from Flossie at Stepping on Acorns (hi, Flossie! Thanks for letting me know about your blog - the cat picture you have in your sidebar is just gorgeous), asking about the right time in an academic career to have kids. (She has a post about it here.) And like Madeline, I thought I'd post rather than comment, partly because that way I can go on and on without feeling guilty, and also it gives me a post topic that's not a meme. ;-) Also, I can now suggest that anyone who's interested in the subject go over there and comment, since it sounds like she'd like feedback.

First of all, I'll just say I find it kind of ironic to get asked this question, because I don't have kids, and probably won't have them (that's not a sure thing; LDH and I talk about the possibility of a sprog on and off. We're both unsure about it, but one thing I am sure of is that I'm NOT having kids while in a long-distance marriage. And I am getting old enough that should we decide to go for it in the indeterminate post-long-distance future, we will have to worry more about all kinds of fun problems associated with the process. So it's not very likely). But I am a woman in academia, so the topic has certainly come up around me, and I've seen a variety of different examples.

That lengthy introduction out of the way, my response is pretty much the same as Academom's - there is no right time. And since there isn't any perfect time, you should have them when you want to have them, not on an imaginary ideal timeline.

I mean, let's look at the possibilities. One option is what Madeline points out (jeez, why don't I just send you over there and be done with it??), "So my advice is: have your all babies BEFORE you go to grad school. Wait until they're all in school and the oldest is old enough to babysit the others. THEN return to get your advanced degrees." And you know, of the people I knew in grad school with kids, this did seem like the simplest option. (When I started grad school, my program had a LOT of "non-traditional" students - people who'd had lives of some other variety and decided to come back later and get a Ph.D., so there were a number of people with kids already in school, that kind of thing. By now, at least in my program, the demographics seem to have changed back to people straight out of undergrad, or close to it, and there are far fewer people with kids already.)

But, yeah, it may be a little late for that option. So, the next possibility is having kids while taking your coursework. I knew people who did this. It looked really hard. One couple, for instance, were both students taking coursework with an infant. (They had another one a few years later, IIRC, on the principle that they wanted more and might as well get it over with!) Their method for dealing with this was to trade off - Monday nights, for instance, he took the baby while she studied, and Tuesday nights, they switched. Things like that. They were absolutely broke, mind you, but they managed it. She finished her MA and decided to go into public history, and he finished his PhD a few years ago. (No idea what he's doing now, I have to confess.) Another friend of mine had her second daughter while taking courses; her husband worked full-time in a "real" job (wasn't a grad student), which certainly helped with the finances. It was really hard, partly because she ended up taking a semester of medical leave because her pregnancy was so miserable (constant morning sickness. Hospital trips for rehydration. An IV implanted in her chest so she could hook up to liquids at home). But she, like the husband in the previous couple, finished her degree - and she finished in a reasonable amount of time. Now she's in a tenure-track job.

What I actually envied about the parents in my grad program was that they had something very real and concrete to focus their energies. When their kids went to sleep, or were at a sitter's, or a parent's, or whatever, they knew that was their ONLY time to get work done. And so when those moments arose, they worked. Me? It was perilously easy to dick time away, saying, "I can do that later." The parents I knew were incredibly organized and probably more productive, in some ways, than I was.

Of course, they got pretty good at going without sleep. And I know they had more stress than I did in ways I can't imagine.

Another possibility is having kids after you've taken your exams, while you're researching/writing the dissertation. I know people who've taken this route, too. It seems that one of the pluses here is that your time is a little easier to organize post-classes - you don't have to be in a seminar room from 3 to 5 on Thursdays, for instance. Of course, if you're teaching during this period - which most people I knew were - you still have to figure out child care options. My friend of the morning sickness was torn between teaching and putting her daughter in day care, or not teaching; she wanted the teaching experience so she could be more marketable, but her TA stipend didn't really cover the cost of putting an infant in daycare. If you're teaching post-exams, you have to deal with this still. If you have to travel overseas to do research, you have to figure out how best to manage childcare.

Now, this can be a productive time, in theory, to be pregnant, and depending on how long you plan to take to finish your dissertation, this can work reasonably well. But if your dissertation takes longer than you think, you can find yourself balancing a newborn and an incomplete dissertation. Still, people can do this. I have one close friend who did, and she has a lovely passage in her acknowledgments about how having her son helped her better appreciate the lives of the women she was studying.

Of course, there is also the option of waiting till you're done with your degree. But then you have to figure out how it fits best with your job. Do you want to go on the market pregnant? With an infant? Do you want to get pregnant right away when you first start a new job? Later in your tenure-track? Post-tenure?

None of these options are ideal. But I know women who've done all of them, and managed. Two women who started at my current job with me have had babies. While I can't say that they've survived through tenure (it's only our second year), they are managing so far. I knew a professor in grad school who had two kids and took two stops-of-the-tenure-clock as an assistant professor; now she has tenure. I know a full professor who, while an assistant prof, had children and her husband was working in the next state (and these are large states, so it was definitely a long-distance marriage at that point).

So really this is a long-winded way of saying exactly what Madeline said: You have to this when it feels right to you. The stars are never going to align to make conditions perfect, so do it when you want to. Obviously different people will be comfortable with different things. Some people will feel more able to juggle a baby with the relatively unstructured time of dissertation writing; some might feel that having a baby while dissertating would provide far too tempting a distraction from work, and would rather do the baby thing earlier, during coursework, where they have outside deadlines to which to be accountable. Some people feel more comfortable going on the market with children as a fait accompli; others would rather not negotiate the identities of parent and candidate at the same time. Some may feel better about having children once in a job, due to finances. Others might prefer to wait until they have tenure, because they're anxious enough about the process without adding the stress of children.

Personally, I know that I have never felt the call of being a parent strongly enough to outweigh the considerations at each of these stages. Having a child while taking courses? Are you nuts? I'm barely keeping my head above water as it is! (FWIW, I do remember coursework as one of the most stressful times of my life. SO glad it's over!) Besides, I took courses from age 22-25 - I was (I believed) WAY too young to have kids. A kid while dissertating? I have to travel to Europe for research! How can I do that with a kid? Writing the dissertation is HARD - how could I do both? Go on the market with a kid (or pregnant)? But what about all the problems that parents face being taken seriously in academia? What if a prospective employer doesn't want a mommy? Have a kid on the tenure track? How on earth can I write my book, the one I need to get tenure? Etc. etc. etc. And by the time I do write that book and get tenure (knock on wood), I will be 40. Have a kid at age 40? Isn't that too old?

I say these things NOT to suggest that any of the reasons I give are the "right" ones. On the contrary, they're things to consider, but none of them is insurmountable. The fact that they appeared (and still do) insurmountable to me, is, I think, a pretty clear sign that I'm not that interested in having kids. So the only thing I can suggest is to ponder pretty carefully which conditions seem most insurmountable to you, and decide based on those factors. Not on assumptions about what does and doesn't work in academia. Because there's no one magic formula, even though I wish there were.

(Okay, I have to ruin my resounding conclusion by pointing out that this doesn't address one issue that Flossie raises, which is the concerns of her husband; I'm really rambling on about one's own decisision-making process. But obviously, in most cases, there is another person involved, too, and I realize that I haven't really touched on that. All comments on the subject welcome!)

Sunday, January 08, 2006

More tenure thoughts: book vs. diss

Jessica asked a question in the comments to my previous post on the MLA's proposals for tenure, and I thought I'd make my answer an actual post, since I'm likely to hijack my own comments otherwise.

So, Jessica's question:

What IS the difference between writing a dissertation and a book? I hear lots of people say that it'll take no time at all to turn their diss. into a monograph, but I also see people two, three, four years later who haven't completed the transition yet.

This is a really good question. (I'll just pass over the twinge I feel when I realize that we're coming up on five years since I finished my degree and my monograph is, well, still very much in progress. But I promise I won't get all defensive and rehearse the reasons for that again!)

First of all, there are a couple of books on the subject that I really like: William Germano's From Dissertation to Book, and Beth Luey's Revising Your Dissertation: Advice from Leading Editors. Anything sensible I have to say on the subject probably comes from one of these two sources.

Second, I should point out again that I have not written a book (though I did make it through a dissertation), so there are surely better-informed opinions out there than mine on how it works, and I hope anyone who's interested weighs in on the subject and feels free to contradict me. However, while I haven't written a book, I am pretty confident about the fact that my dissertation decidedly ISN'T one, so I'm going to comment from that perspective.

Okay. To me, what most distinguishes a dissertation from a book is that a dissertation is just a really big paper. It's a requirement - something you have to do to get a degree. And that imposes certain things upon a project that might not hurt it, but might not actually be necessary either. The purpose of a dissertation is to prove to a small group of people (your committee) that you are capable of doing research. It may do more than that, but it has to do no more than that. A book, in contrast, has a kind of internal consistency and says what you want it to say, and not just what you need it to say.

For me, there are two ways to think about how a dissertation differs from a book - one way is the kind of touchy-feely amorphous intangible psychological approach, and the other is the more practical approach. I'll start with the psychobabble and more to the more concrete stuff.

Not to get all sort of zen and mystical about it, but, again for me (YMMV), there's a kind of intangible, indescribable difference between writing something specifically for someone else, because it's assigned. Yes, in many ways writing the book is "assigned" because I have to do so to have the best shot at earning tenure. But I don't have to write a prospectus, or an outline, or drafts, and submit them to someone's red pen before I can continue. I know, I'll have to write a proposal and shop it around, and I'll have to get readers' reports, and I'll have to address the things they want changed. But it still feels different from being a grad student - in the end, it's my work, my decision, and I can walk away. Any publisher who goes so far as to offer me a contract will want to publish my work and want to work with me for their own benefit, not just mine. Is any dissertation really entirely one's own work when there's another person (or more than one) whose approval has to be earned before the project is done? Does anyone who oversees dissertations really want to read them? Do they get as much out of the process as the publisher gets out of publishing someone's book? (This is an honest question, because I don't supervise grad students, so I don't really know, but I suspect not.) In short, this is just a really long way to say that for me, the power relations underlying the writing of a dissertation mean that it is just different from a book - it just feels different. By the time you're finished with the dissertation, you're the world's expert on the subject and you can ideally, hopefully, see your graduate professors more as peers than bosses or superiors. But you have to spend the dissertating process to get to that point.

By the time you get to the book, your voice is different, and more pertinently, your audience is different. You're no longer writing for people whose job is to determine whether you've learned how to do this whole research thing, and who, as a corollary, have to read what you write, whether they want to or not. Instead, you're writing for people who have no power over your future, have no particular interest in your future, and assume that you do know what you're doing until proven otherwise. Instead, they have to be coaxed to read your work, with the promise that they'll learn something - something beyond the fact that you're qualified to be let loose in the archives on your own.

Personally, I don't think there's much of a workaround for this. No matter how much the dissertator has their eyes on a broader, future audience, no matter how strong a voice they develop, no matter how consciously they want to "write the dissertation as a book," I don't think you can avoid writing for your committee. But this doesn't mean you can't still write very good stuff, and for many people, this is probably not hard to rectify when it comes to turning the dissertation into a book (I'll come back to this in a moment).

To speak more concretely: I think that a dissertation frequently has a kind of "written by the numbers" quality - that is, you have X number of readers, and you have to satisfy each of them, and therefore you end up including material that will do so. Ideally - and maybe even most of the time - this will still result in a good product, but sometimes it's possible to read a dissertation and think, "here's the gender section, here's the ethnicity section, here's the quant section," etc. If you know the committee members, you can even identify their individual influences. (For the literary medievalists out there: might the obligatory Chaucer chapter fit this description? Is it possible to write a medieval (English) lit dissertation withOUT Chaucer?) The dissertation often feels like discrete pieces, addressing specific sub-questions, strung together in a line, rather than developed as a whole. (Copious use of sub-headings is a good symptom of this.)

A really obvious example of a difference: the whole lit review and related detritus that's mandatory for a dissertation is usually wholly unnecessary in a book. When you write a dissertation, you have to prove to your readers that you have found and addressed every piece of scholarship ever written on anything possibly relevant in any way to your subject. You write a lit review, and you include ridiculously verbose footnotes. When you write a book, in contrast, you leave this out. You don't have to prove you've read everything every 19th-century German theologian wrote about your topic, because book readers just don't care. (Unless, of course, they are dissertators writing a lit review... or someone like me, who gets kind of jazzed by historiography in the abstract. But those probably aren't sufficient reasons.) You only include the material that is absolutely, directly relevant, in a much more focused way.

Much of the stuff I've been going on about isn't very hard to change in the process from going from dissertation to book. The lit review problem? Usually cutting the first chapter of the dissertation solves it. The strung-together-individual-sections problem? Eliminate your subheadings. Make connections in the body of the text. Think about the broader point that you want all those individual pieces to make, and rewrite to make that point central to your writing. With the sections in place, it's probably not that hard to smooth everything out and tie it together more closely.

From personal experience, I'll point out that it's also possible to write a dissertation that adequately deals with the materials it addresses, and that demonstrates clearly that the author knows how to conduct research, but doesn't stand on its own as an argument that will appeal to a broader readership. It may need additional research to address a topic fully enough to say something that readers will want to know. It may be too narrow. It may not, in the end, have an argument that will sustain a book. These things don't make a dissertation bad; they just don't make it a book.

Now, I should conclude by acknowledging that there are people out there who write dissertations that look an awful lot like books, which don't need much revision at all. And maybe there are a lot of people out there who are like this; yes, an awful lot of people turn their dissertations into books, and many of them do it awfully quickly.* But I also think that there's kind of a pernicious myth out there that of COURSE you will turn your dissertation into a book, and of COURSE that's a simple process, and of COURSE everyone's dissertations are pretty much books-ready-to-go when they graduate, and what's wrong with YOU if yours isn't?? And as someone whose dissertation wasn't (and isn't) ready to send off the publishers, I may be speaking defensively, and maybe I have it wrong. But I'd like to raise the possibility that this is a myth, and that no one is best served by spending longer in grad school than they need to because they think they should be writing a book, nor should they put pressure on themselves to write a book. The dissertation is a really, really big paper. It should be a good paper, and it can be the basis of a book, and it's certainly worth keeping that in the back of your mind (e.g., publishers are not interested in 800-pp. manuscripts, so why write an 800-pp. dissertation?). But the most important thing is that it be done. Trust me, it's much more pleasant to figure out what to do with your project once you're out of grad school than when you're still in it.

*I have a theory that the people who turn their dissertations into books immediately are those whose advisors play a very big role in determining the dissertation topic, perhaps even assigning the topic; and that those who struggle a little more in moving to book form are those who really came up with and defined their dissertation topics on their own. Conversely, I also believe that the latter have an easier time defining new/subsequent projects than the former. But I may simply be projecting here.

Friday, January 06, 2006

A different kind of evaluation: tenure

I don't go to the MLA, and any resolutions they do or don't make about changing the procedures for earning tenure won't apply directly to me anyway. Nonetheless, I've found the few reactions I've seen in the blogosphere quite telling.

The main points of the report are, according to the Chronicle, as follows:

Those recommendations [made by the MLA's Task Force on Evaluating Scholarship for Tenure and Promotion] include taking into account the "diverse portfolio" that now makes up scholarly work, encompassing articles and online publications as well as monographs; requiring no more than six outside letters of review instead of the current standard of as many as 15 to 20 at some institutions; having departments negotiate "memos of understanding" with new hires that explicitly spell out exactly what sorts of work, including teaching and service, count toward earning tenure; allowing candidates to recommend some of their potential reviewers; and seeking out the best-qualified reviewers at comparable institutions rather than the most illustrious names at the most prestigious universities.

What I really want to address here is the point about broadening the definition of scholarly production beyond the traditional monograph, to articles and online publications, because what's been so striking to me is the way that some commentators have rushed to describe this as a "watering-down" of standards for tenure. Take the following examples:

Comment #1: In my experience, most faculty members who don’t get a monograph completed in their probationary period did not deserve tenure in their PhD granting departments. If the MLA’s ideas are institutionalized, tenure will become devalued.

Comment #2: Like [the commenter above] I suspect the ultimate effect of these proposals will indeed be a diminishment of standards—-and there has already been a lot of that.

Comment #3: In sum, like the two [previous commenters], I suspect that this drive to alter tenure requirements is motivated by a desire to weaken research standards, and so, I am deeply suspicious of it. I am also disappointed that the MLA would play along rather than maintaining standards.

The above comments were all made in response to the Inside Higher Ed article. Additionally, in a throwaway comment, KC Johnson at Cliopatria also weighed in:

IHE has more on the MLA's proposal to water down the scholarship requirements associated with tenure. Obviously there's a problem with declining publication rates by academic presses, but I'm sure this idea will go over well with state legislators.

Now, I'm not exactly an impartial commentator here, because as I've talked about before (too lazy to link, sorry), I need to produce a book to have the best shot at tenure at my current institution, and I have felt torn between the pressure to the produce that book and a desire to pursue a variety of research interests better expressed in articles than in the traditional monograph form.

With that in mind, perhaps it's not surprising that I'm baffled (or made defensive?) by the jump from judging scholarly production on the basis of a "diverse portfolio" to the idea that this "waters down" scholarship requirements. Should the quality of humanities scholarship be reducible to quantity, rather than quality? Haven't we all read 35-pp. articles that make much more cogent and significant contributions to scholarship than many 300 pp. monographs?

And before anyone points this out, I will acknowledge that in many ways, length does matter - writing a monograph is a very different endeavor from writing an article, in the same way that writing a 10 pp. paper is a different endeavor from writing a 50 pp. paper. In the same way that an undergrad who writes wonderful ten-pagers will struggle with grad school's fifty-pagers, a dissertator struggles with the transition from the fifty-pagers of a seminar to the two-three hundred pages of a dissertation. Nor is writing a dissertation the same as writing a book (despite all the discussion among grad students - and here I'm talking about myself and my cohort, not anyone out there blogging - that "I'm writing my dissertation as a book"). So I'm not going to claim that having written a dissertation means that I know how, exactly, to write a book, nor that producing a variety of articles qualifies me to write a book either. Instead, if I want to be qualified to write a book, I will have to write one.

Moreover, because being qualified to write a book requires writing a book, I can even kind of understand and agree with the opinion of Jerome Christensen (chair of English at UC-Irvine, quoted in the IHE article), who says that “I continue to think that every Ph.D. granting institution should require a scholarly monograph for promotion and tenure.” If I'm at a Ph.D.-granting institution, where I am training future professional historians, I can see an argument that says I should be able to train people in the widest range of forms of scholarship possible.

Nonetheless, I've yet to see a convincing argument that a monograph is an inherently worthier form for scholarship than articles or other, less orthodox forms.

And I would love not feeling pressured to write one just because it's "the" measure of scholarly achievement, rather than because it's best for my project.

So, on the one hand, I think the MLA proposal is an excellent one that should be implemented.

On the other hand, human nature being what it is, I think I have some concerns as well. Mainly, I'm concerned because it seems impossible for humans to draw distinctions without also creating hierarchies. If one thing is A, and another is not-A, it seems humans are inclined to assign a greater value to one than the other. It's very hard for us to keep things separate but equal.

And therefore it seems to me that, especially given the kinds of reactions cited above, broadening the range of items representative of scholarship may fall victim to a two-tiered view of the academy - a view that sees the monograph-producing crowd as the "real" scholars, and the article-etc.-producing crowd as the second tier, the minor leagues, the understudies (supply metaphor of your choice here).

And then I stop and think (I guess this would be on the third hand?) that perhaps that's not all that different from the system in place now. There are innumerable places that already accept articles for tenure in their humanities, largely because they can't expect their faculty to produce monographs given their heavy teaching and service loads. Such schools don't need revisions of their tenure processes, nor are they the kinds of institutions that the MLA report envisions.

Probably the institutions that present the biggest problem are the kinds of places that Dean Dad has discussed as suffering from mission creep. R1s, producing Ph.D.s, can probably expect their humanities faculty to write monographs. Institutions with heavy teaching and service loads probably can't expect their humanities faculty to write monographs. But in between, there are all those places that, due a combination of the academic job market and institutional aspirations, expect their faculty to do it all. Often the senior faculty at such schools traditionally published little and focused on teaching, but now that the humanities job market is so difficult, these schools can hire faculty from more and more ambitious research backgrounds. Such hirings, along with the desire to garner a higher national reputation, encourage institutions to develop research aspirations without necessarily providing the resources to go along with them.

I suppose really all this boils down to is that I like the spirit behind the MLA report, to encourage schools to be more reasonable about tenure expectations and not to lock anyone into too narrow a path for getting there. And that if such changes were proposed by the AHA or by my own department/institution I would enthusiastically support them. But that I'm not sure whether such changes will necessarily have the effect that is hoped for.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Attrition; or, an interesting tidbit about grad school

A conversation with a colleague the other day prompted me to wade through Dissertation Abstracts and figure this out:

There were about 26 students who entered grad school with me (in *cough* the early 90s *cough*).

Eight of us have completed our degrees.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Alanis might have a comment on this

According to the little blurb that came in my Chronicle e-mail this morning,

NEW YORK UNIVERSITY announced on Thursday that it would no 
longer sell any Coca-Cola products in its campus facilities
because of alleged human-rights violations and suppression of
unions at the soft-drink maker's bottling affiliates in
Colombia.

(Full article is here, but I think you need to be a subscriber to read it. Sorry.)

So I guess Coca-Cola suppressing unions in Colombia is bad. But NYU suppressing grad student unions in NYC - that's no problem.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Good to be lucky, lucky to be good

Dr. Crazy and Dean Dad (who make an awesome tag-team, if you ask me) have been discussing what advice to give students who want to go to graduate school. (Dean Dad has an interesting follow-up, as well.) Dean Dad's post is very honest about the obstacles that someone who wants to get a Ph.D. in history (or the liberal arts more generally) faces, and the opportunity costs that they bear. Dr. Crazy agrees, but makes some compelling arguments for the ways in which class and location complicate the issue of who should go to grad school. Overall, however, the message is one that's familiar to followers of academic blogs and the Chronicle: going to graduate school (especially in a liberal arts field) runs the risk of one spending a GREAT deal of time living in poverty (relatively speaking) and putting off the opportunity to earn money and save for the future, without any kind of guarantee of future employment as a college professor.

In a comment over at Dr. Crazy's,  Masterfraud asks:

To all the professors out there: when you weighed the odds yourself, did you think that luck would have that big of a role in where you ended up? Is luck this big of a factor in any other career? Did you think about what ELSE you would do? What else CAN unemployed PhD's do? Sorry to hog comments, but I'm stressed!

I decided I would answer that here, since I don't want to continue to comment-hog, and, being me, I will probably go on at length. Since that's kinda what I do. (And I should add that this is probably not going to satisfy Masterfraud, because it's much more about luck and how I did what I did, than offering concrete answers to what else Ph.Ds can do.)

I applied to graduate school way, way back in the early 90s. This was far enough back that professors were still telling students, "In the next ten years, one-third of the nation's faculty will die or retire, so this is a great time to go to graduate school!" In other words, this was before the abolishment of mandatory retirement. And before the creeping adjunctification of higher ed had spread quite so far. In fact, I decided to go into history rather than pursue creative writing, because history seemed so much more secure. (Yes, y'all can stop laughing now.)

Thankfully, because my graduate program was a humane and collegial place, as well as up to date on academic hiring trends,  it didn't take long for me to realize that the advice I had received as an undergraduate was, well, optimistic. (As I progressed through the program, I encountered people who hadn't found out how hard it was going to be to get a job in this field until they were well advanced on their dissertations, perhaps on the market themselves - and they were horrified and frequently felt, fairly or unfairly, that they had been duped and that graduate programs were irresponsible for not giving students a more realistic view of their prospects. So I was even more grateful for the honesty of my graduate professors.)

So when I applied to graduate school, I did not think of luck playing any significant role in my future career. I don't even really remember stressing about graduate school applications very much - I'm sure I did, but it really didn't occur to me that I wouldn't get in to a program or that I wouldn't get money, and I was right. (Of course, it helped that my first, very early response, was an acceptance, so I didn't have to worry about the rest.) No, I didn't get in everywhere I applied (Harvard got the chance to reject me a second time!), and I certainly didn't get money everywhere I applied. But I got in to the places that really interested me for the right reasons (i.e. quality of program in what I wanted to study, rather than just name-brand recognition) and trotted off to grad school with my optimism intact.

Many grad school traumas later, by the time I was on the market (and especially when I met other people on the market and heard about the ways in which their programs DIDN'T prepare them for the experience), I did realize that luck had been a HUGE factor in my experience. I had no idea, when I chose my graduate program, that it was going to be a collegial, humane place, in which students and faculty worked together, which paid a great deal of attention to socializing its students into academia as a profession, and which celebrated all of its students' successes, not just the landing of jobs at big R1 universities. (To be honest, they did probably celebrate the R1 jobs a little more loudly than the others. But there was no sense that if you took a job at a community college, or [gasp] teaching high school, you were a failure and a discredit to the program. I won't say that this place was any good at helping students find jobs outside of academia at all, but it was pretty good about valuing those jobs as well as the academic ones.) I certainly benefited hugely from this atmosphere, but I had no idea when I began that this was something even to consider, and the fact that I ended up in a place like that was pure luck.

The other way in which luck played a part in my whole experience is simply the luck of the draw - who's advertising in your field when you're looking for a job? I know that it was my bad luck that a number of places where I would LOVE to work hired medievalists in the years while I was working on my dissertation. (Would I have been able to get any of those jobs? Would I even have enjoyed those jobs? Who knows. But it's something I couldn't control for.) Right now, the Middle East is a hot hiring field. But if some kind of shift in world politics means that suddenly all our attention is focused on, say, Antarctica, then Antarctica would become a hot hiring field, and a lot can happen over the course of time in a grad program (even if you don't take as long as I did!). So it's hard to rely on hiring trends. (I still think they're worth paying attention to, but they're no guarantee.)

But I think what struck me most about Masterfraud's comment is how resistant I am to the idea that luck played a role in my experience. I want to believe that I succeeded on my own merits, rather than due to some kind of luck. Because if I believe that, then I can believe that I have control over this process, rather than realizing that I don't.  And I do believe that I did a lot of things right, to make myself an attractive candidate. But I also have to acknowledge that doing things right in this market is never enough.

I'm going to close with a weird analogy that I hope doesn't offend anyone. Discussions of success on the market remind me in a weird way of discussions of rape, and of what women can do to protect themselves from it. (See the discussion in the comments to Nick Keddle's recent post at Alas, a Blog for examples of what I'm thinking about.) In discussions of rape, there are often people willing to argue that some women who were raped may not have exercised very good judgment in putting themselves in a position where the rape occurred. The usual refrain is, "Well, of course it shouldn't have happened/the woman didn't deserve it/it wasn't her fault, BUT it was awfully stupid for her to go running in the park alone at night/go home from the bar with that guy/dress the way that she did, etc." Others (rightly so, in my opinion) argue that such arguments fundamentally blame the victim by assuming that it's the woman's responsibility to make sure that men don't rape - that men can't help themselves and that therefore the responsibility belongs to the woman.

Discussions of the job market sometimes feel like this, and unfortunately, I find myself in the first camp - the one I don't agree with when it's about rape. The refrain here is more like, "Well, of course the market completely sucks and many good people don't get jobs for no earthly reason, it's all random; BUT in this specific case, so-and-so doesn't interview well/her project doesn't *really* fit the way that job was described/that field is rather out of fashion

Monday, November 14, 2005

Hey, a GOOD article in the Chronicle

I haven't read any blogs yet this morning, so y'all may already know about this, but if not: go read the column by Rebecca Goetz (of (a)musings of a grad student) at the Chronicle. Finally, someone saying something sensible about blogging in that venerable periodical!

Friday, November 11, 2005

Friday afternoon inertia, and plagiarism stories

So I'm back at the local coffeeshop, and the coffee was better today (I think they may have cleaned the machine? or perhaps it was just because I forgot to specify skim milk, so I got the full-fat kind? mmmmmmm). And I ordered my usual peanut butter, banana, and honey sandwich (yes, I have such sophisticated tastes), and got three slices instead of two (I think the girl making it screwed up). Not like I really need the extra calories, but hey, extra food. I love the way the honey melts on the toasted bread and dribbles and drools all over the plate, and down my arm.

I am here, in theory, to work on the eternal paper that won't get finished, although I've been here about an hour and all I've done yet is read blogs (hey, you can't actually work when your fingers are covered in honey). But I'm going to start as soon as I finish this post, really I am. I'm still slogging my way through the penultimate revision - this is where I go through and add the bits I've determined that I need to add, re-consult the scholarship so I can fill in all those footnotes that say "CITATION??", and try to make it as complete as possible. Then it's time to print out the whole thing and polish, polish, polish - that will be the ultimate revision. And then it will go in a big envelope with a nice polite groveling letter, and fly away to the journal editor. Who, thankfully, is not the same person to whom I once wrote about the plagiarism I detected in an article from said journal, who did not agree that it was plagiarism. Well, okay, but let me just say that if one of my students had handed in a paper that paraphrased as sloppily as did this article, I would have handed them their ass. But who am I to say?

Since there seems to be a plagiarism theme in my recent posts, let me leave you with my favorite plagiarism story. In my last year at Rural Utopia, I had a student who decided to do her senior project on Robin Hood. She'd taken a class with me in which we'd read Maurice Keen's The Outlaws of Medieval Legend (originally published ca. 1960), which got her interested. Well, I should point out that she was an EXCELLENT student, and being thorough and dedicated as well as smart, she went searching through WorldCat, where she found someone's early-1970s dissertation on outlaws, and inter-library-loaned it.

When it arrived, she brought it to a meeting with me to show me that it was a word-for-word copy of Keen's book.

Anyway, I e-mailed the DGS of the university that had granted the degree, who was HORRIFIED. Given the dates, the DGS hadn't been there when this person had submitted the dissertation, nor were any of the committee members still there (hell, some of them are probably dead). But he promised that he would look into the matter and that they would begin the process of revoking his degree. I didn't think much of it for the next few months, until I finally got another e-mail saying that they had managed to track down the offender, and forwarding me the e-mail that the offender had written.

It was one of the saddest things I'd ever read. Apparently the man's father had died while he was supposed to be writing the dissertation, and he talked about being panicked because his only opportunity for a job (the early 70s not being the best time to be on the market) depended on his being done. He didn't try to justify this, mind you, he was just explaining what his thought processs had been. (And I don't think that job even did work out, as there was no evidence that this guy had stayed in academia - there were no traces of academic affiliation, nor did he have any publications [unsurprisingly, I guess!]).

But that's not really the sad part - the sad part was him talking about how he was actually kind of relieved, that he had felt guilty about this since he'd done the deed, and how he had now had to explain to his wife of thirty years what he had done. (Can you imagine?? "Hi, honey, how was your day? oh, and by the way, you know that Ph.D. I'm supposed to have...?")

Of course, the immediate question this raised for me was: what the HELL was his committee doing?? Now, I suppose I can't really blame them for being unaware of Keen's book (though, of course, really I do), as I'm sure we all supervise stuff outside our own narrow specialty, and have to be able to trust that the student is well-trained enough to be able to cover the central works in his/her area. But clearly they weren't interested in seeing, you know, DRAFTS, or process, or anything like that - because otherwise, how would they explain the going from nothing to fully-formed-and-polished-something inherent in copying a book word for word?

Anyway, that's my "my student caught a plagiarist" story. Hmmm, maybe it's worth using as cautionary tale in my classes in future...

Okay, the post is finished, the sandwich is eaten, and I've washed all the honey off my fingers. To work!

Sunday, October 09, 2005

EESs

The last fews have felt so ridiculously hectic, all I've had time to post is a few memes/quizzes. Good hecticness, mostly. Thursday was busy all day with teaching, and, since all my classes had papers due on Friday (and why did I arrange it that way??), I was very popular in my off-teaching moments. (Perhaps I should clarify that these are the second papers they have to write so they're all terrified after getting their grades on the first one, heh heh.) We also had an Extremely Eminent Scholar in town for a lecture on Thursday night, and as he's roughly in my field, I got invited to dinner with him prior to the talk.

Observing EESs up close is always interesting. The dinner was very pleasant - EES was very aware of his status as someone fairly important at one of the top ten universities in the country, but then, that does make his experience very different from mine (or that of anyone at my institution). I mean, I haven't taken a year off to go around the country on a lecture tour! He wasn't superior or snotty about it ; it was just interesting how his own concerns were fairly different from mine. (Example: I am not regularly advising undergraduate theses where the undergraduate in question has gone to the British Library for research. Nor am I regularly sending undergraduates to Harvard, Yale, or Princeton for grad school in my field.) But he was pleasant without being overbearing, and interested in our institution, so it was a nice dinner.

The lecture was even more interesting, in an anthropological sense. I was impressed by how well he gauged the audience; this talk was really more for alumni/donors/trustees than for faculty or even students, and he judged it perfectly. The talk was erudite without being intimidatingly scholarly, vividly written and engagingly presented, and spent a LOT of time flattering our institution for certain recent key developments (purposefully left vague for pseudonymity). I was amused because at dinner, the speaker was much more willing to think critically about all the angles of these recent key developments, but in the talk, all he did was (elegantly and non-sycophantically) throw bouquets. Which was, after all, what he was being paid for. I could see why he was successful enough a speaker to go on a lecture tour, and I actually learned a lot about this side of the academic world by listening to his talk. I suppose it was just eye-opening to see an EES willing to tailor his talk to the audience in this way, and willing not simply to pontificate about his own scholarly contributions! (Don't get me wrong, EES's eminence was clearly on view, but in a general sense, rather than in a "I must defend this argument to the death" kind of sense.)

Lightning is flickering and flashing, and I'm connected to the outlet, so I'd better pause here until the storm has passed. More later!

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Straitjacket

Don't worry, the straitjacket of this title is metaphorical, not literal.

Work continues to go well. It's both fun and unnerving how much I'm enjoying my work and getting excited by it right now. (The trick will be to see if I can sustain this through the beginning of the semester and teaching, but we won't worry about that till it comes.)

Yesterday I was reading some (vaguely) theoretical stuff (theoretical by a historian's standards!) about class and social structure, and the idea for an article popped into my head. Well, this is an article that I've been thinking about writing for a long, long time - but suddenly I had a much clearer view of what the article would look like, how it would be structured, what I would say, and what I would need to look at it complete it. So I stopped reading and jotted down a couple of pages of outline.

This is where the straitjacket comes in: I'm referring to the straitjacket that is academic publishing convention. My current position requires a book for tenure. Technically, that's described as the usual expectation, not a hard and fast requirement, and I'm told that people in the humanities have received tenure with articles. But everyone in my department has earned tenure with a book, and it's acknowledged as the cleanest, simplest way to get tenure. And I have a book project, one that I think is a good project and will be a good book.

But.

I also have the idea for abovesaid article, which isn't part of the book. I have two articles in various stages of completeness (I'm revising one this summer, the other is in a kind of limbo for various reasons) that don't relate to the book project. There are two sections of the book pretty much ready to go as articles (with a little revision). I feel torn thinking about these things, because pursuing any of these directions feels like it takes me away from what I need to be doing - THE BOOK.

Sometimes the idea of the book is overwhelming - not in the sense that I can't do it (though I worry about that sometimes), but in the sense that I'm stuck working on one thing for so long. It feels so huge, not in an impossible-to-do sense, but in a I'm-going-to-get-so-sick-of-this sense.

What's particularly frustrating is that while I think this can/will be a good project, in many ways I'm only writing a book because that's what the profession demands. I often think that the profession would be better served by me writing a series of good, focused articles that get out there more quickly than yet another dissertation-turned-monograph. Burnout also feels much less likely if I can move from one (smaller) project to another more regularly than the book would allow.

So part of me thinks: maybe I should try for tenure with articles. If I got out all the articles I've mentioned above, I'd have nine publications come tenure time. If I get the new ones in good journals (which I think is possible), that's got to be worth as much as finding some poor sap press to publish a book. Yeah, those are some big ifs, but they seem to fit my working/writing style better than the scale of a book.

And there's a principle behind it as well: why should a book be some arbitrary standard? Why not make a stand for the value of other forms of publication, rather than glutting the market with yet another monograph? Why not question the kinds of publishing standards that people have been criticizing for years?

I think I could make a good argument. And yesterday, in the midst of article-outlining, I was fired up with the idea that I would make this stand, argue on behalf of principle.

But I probably won't.

Because in the end, discretion wins out over valor. It's more important (to me, at least) that I get tenure than that I make a stand for an abstract principle - I can't have any long-lasting impact on the profession if I can't continue in it. In the end, practicality carries the day.

And I also think: what if my desire to write articles is just about being afraid of writing the book? What if my colleagues - my book-writing colleagues - looked down on me for not having a book? how would that affect my position here? Even if I got tenure with articles, what if I wanted to think about moving somewhere else in the future? Would the profession ever consider me a "full" member if I didn't write a book? (For instance, I know at least two journals that won't allow you to review books for them unless you've written a book yourself.) And would I really be a good a scholar, with as developed skills as my peer, if I don't write a book and they do? (Remember I'm talking about the humanities or other "book" fields - obviously there are lots of disciplines where books aren't practical or valuable forms of publication.)

It frustrates me that I have to consider all these issues rather than simply let the scholarship - my interests, the resources - dictate what's best to produce. I knew this, of course, going into the job. I knew - and know - that way too much of this job isn't about what's the best for scholarship. I know, too, that this complaint is entirely unoriginal, and that far better scholars than me have faced this in the past and will continue to face it in the future.

Unfortunately, that doesn't make the frustration go away.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

More Tribble bashing

Everyone has seen Tribble's asinine article by now (so I'm not even going to bother linking to it, because I'm lazy), and many, many people have chewed him up and spit him out (again, so many I'm not going to link, because of aforesaid laziness). But because I know that many of the folks I read out there share my ongoing frustration with the Chronicle's First Person columns in general,* I just wanted to make sure that people saw Evan Roberts's contribution to the debate over at Coffee Grounds: he offers the intriguing hypothesis that they're all just really written by the same person. They do all sound the same, don't they? Check it out!

*My old posts are showing up with wonky format. I have no idea why. Sorry.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

The travel post

So, I got back from my travels on Sunday night and I'm feeling a little more refreshed now. First, let me apologize in advance for being cagey about locations - you will undoubtedly be able to figure out where I went, but I'm not going to use exact names, just out of irrational paranoia that someone from this trip will Google related stuff and come across this post.

I spent 12 days in the European country that looks like a boot, on a kind of faculty study tour for one of the programs I teach in, funded by a big grant from a snooty grant-granting agency. So I travelled with twelve colleagues - three other women, nine men, and pretty evenly-split between junior faculty (6) and senior (7, although one just got tenure year before last and still feels kind of like junior faculty, since he's pretty young). We began in the south of the country, looking at lots of ruins and archaeological sites, then moved to the nation's capital, looking at more ruins and archaeological sites, as well as some churches (including the Pope's) and museums, and finally ended up in a city that's almost synonymous with the Renaissance, looking mostly at museums and churches. Oh, and along the way we spent part of a day in a city between the capital and Renaissance city, one which was home to famous medieval saints.

Anyway, it was pretty much a blast, though I have to say, it is very strange to travel with twelve colleagues, especially when you don't know many of them very well. One of my friends from my department was part of the group (as well as my department chair! Good thing I like her), and I'd been to a conference with two of the other junior faculty, but I really didn't know the rest of the group (with perhaps the exception of my chair) very well at all. But now I do! Not that anything especially weird happened, it's just that we (the whole group) pretty much spent about 16 hours a day together most days, which is a much more intensive way to spend time with someone than, say, sitting in a committee meeting with them for a hour every other week. Not to mention that this opens up windows into non-professional sides of people's lives (for instance, would you have imagined that the distinguished, friends-in-high-places prof was a complete prima donna and sort of a pain to room with? well, maybe you would...) I had a lot of fun with my roommate, another new faculty member whom I hadn't run into much during the year, but with whom I now have a pact to start working out together once she gets back (she extended the trip).

So, what were the highs and lows? The low definitely has to have been having a panic attack in the underground excavations at the Vat!can, where archaelogists have dug out ancient Roman burial houses. Extremely stuffy, dark and narrow - and did I mention that I'm claustrophobic? and that the crowds in the Sist!ne Chapel had already done me in? (My claustrophobia is more a function of being surrounded by people than being in a small space per se.) So, that was kind of embarrassing. On the other hand, I managed to do this in such a way that the only person who saw me lose it was the very strange tour guide, so that was all right.

The high was probably our visit to the small hillside town where some famous saints lived - it was a GORGEOUS day (we had wonderful weather for the whole trip, though HOT sometimes) and the town was beautiful and delightfully medieval. I was just in smiles the whole time. (Plus, it was the first place with significant medieval content that we had visited; the country in question sure is big on the ancient world and on the Renaissance, but is much less interested in that medieval stuff that came in between. Although, honestly, much of the stuff that they label "Renaissance" there is firmly medieval in other European countries...the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, for instance!)

Anyway, I did promise some pictures, so I've put the rest of this post below the fold; if you're interested, read on (you can click the pics to embiggen, as Julie says)...

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Monday, May 09, 2005

Me and the Velveteen Rabbit

Every time I go to a conference I feel my academic identity shift and evolve. In some ways I feel more "real"; in other ways, less. I've written before about the ways in which I finally feel different from graduate students. I had this confirmed for me this weekend, resoundingly, when I participated in a panel designed for graduate students and found myself in a room full of them. I am SO not a graduate student any more. It's not entirely a function of age; many of them my age or older (though many of them are actually younger than I am, five to seven years or more, and while this doesn't mean that I respect or like them any less than people my own age, it does make a difference). Some of it is just a function of experience – they have not yet had the experiences that I have had. They have doubtless experienced many things that I haven't (and many of them are doubtless way way way better at this whole academia thing than I am), but in the academic arena, I am more experienced than they are. And this makes a difference.

I guess one of the reasons I even feel compelled to talk about what really is not an earth-shattering discovery is that as a grad student, I really don’t think I realized how different the life - or more properly, the perspective - of a faculty member was. On the one hand, of course I knew that the faculty were different from me and that their lives and experiences had to be different from mine. On the other hand, I didn't realize how much that difference affected my understanding of academia as a profession. I think that while I always worried about whether I was doing things right and whether I was going to succeed, I also thought that I had a clear, unobstructed view of academia. I thought that what I saw of academia was the same as what the faculty saw. (I must have been charming.) And now I realize that really wasn't the case. I suppose people who teach graduate students must figure this out a lot sooner than I did; but I've never taught graduate students, and so I was unable to articulate some of these distinctions until now.

So, as I am no longer a grad student, I guess that means I must be a full-fledged faculty member. (This may also seem self-evident, but as I started teaching full time outside my grad institution two years before I actually earned the degree, it took me a while to feel like faculty, because much of the time that I was fulfilling the role of the faculty member, I was not yet Dr. New Kid. It's taken me a little while to get past that feeling of being a grad student masquerading as a faculty member.) And there were certainly things about this conference that made me feel like a "real" professor. Hauling papers and exams with me to grade was, unfortunately, one of them. Leaving the workload aside, however, I saw TONS of people that I knew – tons and tons. Some of these were friends from grad school, and I have to confess, I felt sort of obnoxious as we chatted away to each other at the beginnings of sessions about all our shared past and present experiences – I felt like I was broadcasting, "LOOK! I FIT IN! I HAVE FRIENDS! I MEAN, A SCHOLARLY NETWORK!" to all and sundry, and felt bad for the isolated and shy grad student that I used to be who went to sessions and sat by herself and didn't talk to anyone and watched people like me, today, enviously. But I really am also finally developing a network of people I know in my field (I should hope so – this is my eighth trip to this conference since 1993). We see each other at the same sessions each year, and while they might not know my name right away (or I theirs), we look at each other’s nametags and think, Oh, yeah, that’s so-and-so, I remember her.

But at the same time that I am starting to feel "real," going to conferences also provides me with the opportunity to measure myself against other faculty members in my cohort (okay, I realize that the point of conferences is not to compare everyone's achievements in order to construct a grand academic hierarchy of scholarly importance, but seeing that I'm a perfectionist who's obsessed with fitting in, it's not really surprising that I do this, now, is it?). It's disconcerting to realize that a woman I know who got her job my first year on the job market is tenured and has a book just out. But then, I went on the market way too early and my first year on the market garnered me no employment at all, just more ways to distract myself from dissertating. So, fine, this woman isn't actually the best standard for comparison because really, she's a couple of years ahead of me (I got my first tenure-track job on my third try at the market). It's even more disconcerting, however, to realize that the woman who got one of the jobs I interviewed for on that third year on the market also has a book coming out in the next year. Yes, I can still draw distinctions, because she was done when she started the job and I finished the dissertation at the end of my first year on the job. Regardless, I'm more than a year "behind" her, because I'm not going to have a book out within a year of her book, either.

So I suddenly feel frantic to get writing again, to get stuff out and published, so that I'm not left in the dust by the people I feel are (or should be) my peers – so that I can be really "real," like them. Sometimes the work this publishing will involve is a scary prospect, and I've spent much of the last year paralyzing myself with anxiety about it. But I need to remind myself that the Velveteen Rabbit only became real by dint of a lot of hard work – by being loved, of course, but by the end the book the Velveteen Rabbit is beat up, battered, disheveled, losing his fur, and so on. He's gone through a lot – not that what he’s gone through has necessarily been a bad experience, but it’s been a lot of experience. Sometimes I think that I too have to go through a lot of experience before I can become "real." My fear, however, is that I will never be convinced that I am "real." Looking back, one of the things I don't like about that book is that the Velveteen Rabbit's feelings – his sense of himself – didn't determine whether he was real; some external force deemed him real once he'd been loved enough. I didn't get the impression that he himself actually felt any different once he became real; I kind of wonder now if he would ever be able actually to feel real, to convince himself, even though someone else said so. Academia is the kind of profession in which you can spend your entire career chasing after that one last publication, honor, grant, endowed chair, whatever, to prove, finally, that you have actually succeeded – that you are real. Are any of them really enough? More to the point, when will I be able to say that they are enough? Each conference I go to provides some answers and raises more questions.

ETA: I originally wrote this on the plane on the way home from the conference; it was fascinating to work my way through all the new posts on my blogroll and find that Friday Mom had written a great post about feeling "real" from a slightly different perspective.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

From student to professor

What is the difference between being a grad student and a professor? I guess Manorama's posts about the relationships between grad students and professors have started me thinking along these lines, although this post is not intended as any kind of direct response to what she wrote. Consider these more personal musings about my own transformation.

And I should preface this by pointing out that like a few of you out there, I was ABD and a full-time tenure-track instructor at the same time (I finished my Ph.D. at the end of my first year in my TT job at Rural Utopia), which complicates the issue. People called me "Professor" (although actually we went by first names there), but I wasn't done yet. I spent the year feeling like a fraud and avoiding my chair, who (I was convinced) would interrogate me about my status every time he saw me (needless to say, while he did ask on occasion, that was not the only thing he ever had to say to me - I just thought it was).

When I got my job at Rural Utopia, a small teaching-oriented college, I was relieved because one of my fears was teaching grad students. I wasn't done yet; I spent much of my time throughout grad school worrying about being a fraud; what on earth did I have to offer grad students? I wasn't any different from them! I had nothing to teach them! As a medievalist, I constantly feel like my paleography and language skills aren't really what they should be; how on earth would I teach students how to read medieval documents when I felt pretty shaky about it myself? I was still figuring out where all the sources were - how could I guide students through the archives? (I should point out that this was something of an overreaction; I know of many places that don't allow faculty to supervise doctoral students until they have tenure, and I wouldn't be attracting students to come work with me specifically until I had a book out. Nonetheless, I worried about these things.)

It was actually a shock to me to realize how different being a faculty member was from being a grad student. And here I don't really mean the logistics (although that in and of itself is a big shock, to begin teaching full time, and attending meetings, and having an actual foot on the food chain), but my position within the profession.

I noticed this particularly at conferences. There is a significant difference between attending conferences as a grad student - even when you are presenting - and as a faculty member. When you are a student, you are always only so much potential. You may do spectacular work, and present amazing papers, and conduct yourself with the utmost professionality. And these are good things that will stand you in good stead; I'm not trying to minimize them. But - to be blunt - until you are done with your degree and hired into some kind of position, no one knows whether you will actually join the profession or not. You may write a lovely, brilliant dissertation, and disappear, never to take part in the conversation again. Looking back at my grad school cohort, I'm shocked at how many people did this. (For a wide variety of reasons; this is not meant to denigrate these folks in any way.) You may never even finish that dissertation. Who knows? I'm not saying that academics should ignore grad students and not make connections with them; many students do finish and do continue to take part in the scholarly conversation, by whatever means; maybe this is even the majority; I don't think we'll ever be able to get accurate numbers on that.

But because grad students are still in a potential state, when I started going to conferences as a faculty member, it felt like they occupied a position a little bit outside of the spotlight. If they did well, that was great; if they didn't do well, oh, well, they were grad students; their performance mattered, but it didn't matter at the same time. You didn't know what to make of it.

Whereas as a new faculty member, I suddenly felt like my own performance mattered a LOT MORE. I was officially part of this strange tribe of professionals, and my offerings were to be judged accordingly. The spotlight was trained on me in a way I hadn't experienced before.

Now, I'm not trying to say that giving papers and networking at conferences isn't important for graduate students; of course it is. These activities are part of what's necessary to get the job and make it to the next stage. So obviously these are important things, and I took them extremely seriously when I was a grad student. The situation just feels different once you're on the other side of that Ph.D. divide.

Conversely, I think the networking side of things gets easier as a professor than as a grad student. For instance, is there anyone else besides me who's seen CFPs that specify that grad students must include a c.v. but faculty don't have to? Or conferences that segregate grad student presentations into one day/session? I'm certainly not going to lend anyone prestige, but I've made it past one round of gate-keeping. And the other thing is that the more you participate in conferences, the more people associate you with certain topics, the more your name gets out there, and the more people think to ask you to do things. Again, I am not important (no one is competing for my services as keynote speaker, for instance), but I'm a tiny bit closer than I used to be. I still need to work on the networking - it's not at all one of my strengths - but it gets easier.

So while I would argue that faculty face the glare of the spotlight more than grad students do, I don't mean to suggest that this makes faculty life harder. In some ways the spotlight helps facilitate things for faculty. But the stakes do feel higher, in a way I couldn't even articulate as a grad student.

This is decidedly NOT meant to idealize grad school. I do not wish I were back there and I do not think that they were the greatest days of my life. A professor of mine once told some of us in grad school that she envied us because we were able to devote ourselves exclusively to our own research. Well, I don't know what she was smoking, but that was NOT my experience of grad school. Now that I have a full time job, I realize what she meant: grad students don't sit on committees, don't have to read masters' or doctoral students' work or sit in on their exams (or, if you're me, substitute honors theses for graduate student work). Grad students aren't expected to shoulder much of the burden of administering a department. Sure, those are difficult things. But that doesn't mean that as a grad student I didn't feel pulled in a million different directions between what I wanted to do, what I should do, and what I had to do. Plus, as a grad student, I was just potential; I'll put up with commitee work, advising, and so on any day, to be a "real" part of the food chain, even in the fairly modest role I currently occupy. (We won't even mention the fact that the pay is much better for faculty than grad students...)

It was a big deal to me when I finally stopped feeling like a graduate student. Rural Utopia was actually quite close to my graduate program, which was sort of good and sort of bad - it was wonderful to be able to draw on the resources of my grad program, but whenever I went back there I saw all my grad professors and instantly reverted to peon-status again (at least in my mind. My grad professors have all been very nice and professional about this). At the beginning of my 3rd year at RU (which was a year and a half after actually finishing my degree), I went back to a faculty/grad student group at my alma mater and presented some of my research. Most of the faculty in attendance were people I knew, but had not worked with very closely; most of the grad students there were people I hadn't been students with.

And I realized that I was no longer one of them.

It was extremely strange to have them approach me as they would any other faculty member, with a sense of - what was it - deference? to me? They were wonderful, bright, engaging people, many of whom I know from personal experience are doing wonderful work (probably better than my own).

But I wasn't one of them any more.

I'm not saying I'm better than grad students, smarter, nicer, or anything like that. It's just very different.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Is it just me...

...or does it sound like this guy* got screwed over by getting sucked into "program building" and now he's bitter about how little credit he got for it?

One of the problems that professors face is that the public never seems to think we work long enough hours. What's worse, even many academic administrators have misconceptions about how faculty members spend their time and, as a result, often fail to give them proper credit for the work they do. That, of course, is a serious problem for untenured faculty members, especially those who serve in departments just starting ambitious programs -- as many departments are, even in the face of budget cutbacks.

Young, untenured faculty members bring energy, ambition, and well-honed intellects to departments that are eager for change. It stands to reason that a department developing a new master's program, for example, would want to make use of the energy and vision of the newest professors. And naturally it behooves the young faculty member -- who aspires to a long career at the institution -- to participate in the building of a critical part of his or her future.

But it is almost impossible to participate in program building and also sustain a strong publishing record. In far too many instances, junior faculty members who have given their all to build programs find themselves falling short of traditional, unyielding tenure requirements.

I can completely agree that program building is important, a hell of a lot of work, and unfair to ask of a junior faculty member if they haven't completed everything else (i.e. research) necessary to gain tenure. As I think he acknowledges, administrators need to protect junior faculty from such demands. But he also goes on to say:

Program building must be established as a new category of professorial work, weighted appropriately with scholarship, teaching, and service. Individual situations will vary, but as program building generally diminishes a professor's ability to publish, it should be equated with the publication of at least two very strong articles.

As an unfamiliar category, it needs to be presented in a straightforward manner to untenured faculty members as they contemplate helping to build the program. It must also be presented clearly to the administrators who will oversee the evaluation of tenure candidates from the department. Those administrators need to understand how much labor is needed to create a new lab, develop a new doctoral program, or initiate a new support program for students.

This, I don't buy. Program building is still service - maybe a bigger deal and more work than many things that fall into that category, but service nonetheless. Yes, it entails drawing heavily on one's research expertise, but so do many other elements of service to one's department/institution. I don't think there's a qualitative difference just because people don't usually pay much attention to service and the author feels that this work really was important (implication: unlike the usual stuff that gets lumped together as "service" in evaluations). The problem with program-building is not that it's some kind of unique beast that needs to be evaluated according to different standards; the problem is that some programs abuse junior faculty by asking them to take on this kind of work when they don't feel in a position to say no.

Or, another way to look at it: I suppose you could also point to the lack of credit given for program-building as more evidence that the tenure system is unworkable - that the tenure system is designed to reward activity that doesn't always bring that much measurable benefit to one's institution and that it undervalues those activities (like program-building) that will bring permanent improvements to the institution; or more bluntly, that the tenure system's priorities are all wrong (which makes the tenure system sound like a sentient actor, but at 6 am I'm too sleepy to put that better). Jimbo wrote a really good post about this just recently. But I don't think that means that program-building isn't service; rather, it just means that author thinks service should be weighted more heavily in tenure evaluations. To try to claim some special status for this kind of work - it's not really service, it should be called something else, something that "counts" more, that equates more directly to research (because that's what the academy REALLY values) - seems kind of disingenuous to me, as if the author wants to have his tenure cake and eat it too.

*Sorry, I think this is pay-subscribers only - if any unsubscribers want to read it let me know and I'll e-mail the text to you.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

An academic trajectory; or, some blathering about my diss

So, this began life as a comment to a previous post, but it was growing to behemothic proportions, so I thought, I know! Everyone will want to read this and it should be its own post! Definitely!

Yeah.

So, anyway, in the comments to a previous post in which I talk about feeling pressure to write a BOOK, melancholic wrote:

Hey New Kid: What relationship exactly does your BOOK have with your dissertation? Is it a (substantial) revision of your diss, or something altogether different? I ask because I'm presently (re-)writing my third chapter of my dissertation, sick to death of it, and am seriously wondering whether I can work on this same damned project for six more years (that is to say, if I get a tenure-track offer next year). . .

My answer: The BOOK (I think from now on I will only ever be able to think of it in capital letters...) is a revision of my dissertation, but it incorporates significant additional research. My perspective on it is that there are 2 major issues: my diss was a good diss, in that it demonstrated that I can do research, and it did good work with the set of materials it worked with. But it doesn't work as a book because to address fully the questions I want to address, I can't just say (as I did in the diss), source X doesn't talk about sub-topic-Y-relating-to-my-subject, so we can't say anything about topic Y; instead, because there are sources besides X, that do talk about topic Y (although I didn't get access to them while writing the diss), to write a decent book I need to go out and look at those other sources as well, so I can address topic Y and thus treat my subject comprehensively. So, that's the first part of the (substantial) revision that I need to do. (I have done some of this work and I have a lot of what I need to look at on microfilm.)

The second issue is that the book expands on my dissertation significantly; if I can try to explain this in a way that makes sense without divulging the topic, in the diss I looked at one particular phenomenon, and noted that it could be explained by certain social changes; but for the book I have realized (with the help of a valuable mentor) that it makes more sense to discuss those social changes more broadly, and to use the phenomenon I focused on in the diss as a way to talk about the changes (so instead of the phenomenon being the subject, to be explained, it turns into evidence for talking about/describing/identifying the broader changes that I originally thought of as an explanation for the phenomenon. If that makes ANY sense).

So, to get back to melancholic's actual question, I think that I have been able to (sort of!) persevere with this because I've reconceptualized the project enough that it feels very different from the dissertation (because otherwise I'd be even sicker of this project than I already am, and that's just from trying to plan it, not actually writing it).

Writing about this, I feel compelled to respond to the little voice in my head that says, Well, why didn't you just look at those other sources to begin with? And I certainly wish I had, but I want to plead my case like this: first, it is very hard to get funding to study medieval topics in my area of geographic focus (the region I study is over-studied, so everyone and their uncle wants to go there, and many of the grants out there are really interested in European Union issues and modern global politics, not in things that happened 500+ years ago). Of all the medievalists I knew from my grad program, the only person who got enough money to spend a year in the archives (which is kind of the traditional model for history dissertation research) was a guy from the English department. None of my advisor's students could scrape together money to study abroad from more than 8-10 weeks; even the medievalists studying other regions seemed to find putting together a year's worth of funding hard. Now, I don't mean to suggest that people in other fields are getting money thrown at them - all fields have their own stumbling blocks and no one ever has enough money - nor is it always necessary to spend a full year in the archives to address all the primary source material you need to address. But I do think my dissertation would have looked very different if I had been able to follow the traditional path of spending a year on research in the archives.

Second, I went to the archives very early in the research process, and by the time I was finishing writing, the project had evolved enough that the sample of material I had collected didn't entirely match what I was by then trying to do. (Although this has nothing to do with any problems with my field, and was just a function of my own cluelessness about how to approach the whole research process).

Finally, there's a little defensive voice in my head that also compels me to explain why I'm not further along in this revision process. I was in a TT position for four years before starting my current job; I spent the first year of that first job finishing revisions to the diss so I could submit it and earn my Ph.D. (a useful first step!). I spent the second year writing grants PRE-reconceptualization (i.e., I still thought I was writing about the subject of my diss rather than the broader topic). Towards the end of that year I had an incredibly helpful conversation with a mentor who really helped me realize what this book could be about, which was great, but meant that I had to rethink everything; and the fourth year in my previous job I spent applying for a new job and indulging my desire to work on a side project completely UNrelated to the book. To be honest, I can't really tell you what the heck I spent the third year of that job doing... oh, I think I was working on a couple of articles, one that I sent out to 2 places and it came back rejected from both, and one that I never got around to sending out, because before I finished it I decided that since these two articles were big meaty chunks of the book, I shouldn't publish them elsewhere but just save them for the book (since who would want to publish the book if I'd already published the good stuff?).

So, this is how I'm trying to negotiate the transition from dissertation to book. In case anyone has actually read this far. And now I need to go to bed, and pretend that I haven't stayed up way too late, and that the kitchen isn't a disgusting pigsty that I had intended to clean before LDH flies in tomorrow morning. He's so nice; he never cares (or at least he never tells me if he does!). Someday I actually will clean the place before he gets home...

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Phooey

Found out yesterday that I did not get Big Fancypants Fellowship that I applied for last fall (okay, it's only Moderately Big, but definitely Fancypants). Which actually is sort of a relief, since I justifed needing the fellowship by arguing that I needed to travel to Europe this summer, which I don't really actually need or want to do  - I have lots of documents on microfilm that I can work through here - but it sounded good in aid of justifying my need for the fellowship. Really what I need to do this summer is go through the documents I have (which doesn't require travel), and to write, which also doesn't require travel, and in fact is positively impossible while traveling - I never get any writing done when I'm immersed in the archives. And while going to Europe is always fun (and would be a huge improvement, weatherwise, from my actual location!), I so look forward to the summer as a peaceful time when I can settle in and work and write and not stress so much (because as much as I love European travel, it's certainly more stressful than sitting at home). Plus I may actually get to spend time with LDH - what a concept! (Which certainly won't happen if I'm in Europe.)

My only real regret about not getting the fellowship is that the money would have come in AWFULLY handy for buying a new laptop (she says, covering her current laptop's ears). It is my dear hope to get a new computer this summer and now I will have to be more creative about finding the money....

Oh, and of course it would have been AWFULLY nice to have listed Fancypants Fellowship on my c.v. - it's certainly a disappointment not to be able to do that. But honestly, it was such a longshot that I really didn't think I would get the fellowship, so while I'm disappointed, I'm not crushed or wounded to the core or anything.

It is funny, though, how academic ambitions can drive us. Given some of the comments on my unsuccessful application from last year, I think that I'm not the best candidate at this stage in my career (some people at my stage certainly are, just not me - I will have a much better shot once I'm done with this book project and move on to something else, I think - I've been too slow working through this project and I don't look like a good bet). Moreover, I didn't desperately need the money - it would have netted me a new computer, true, but I don't HAVE to go to Europe to get a lot of research done this summer. And I actually do have research money from my school that I haven't used yet (I'm considering using some of it to buy yet more documents on microfilm, since they won't let me buy a Mac with it!), as well as the current set of microfilms; and the other thing I need to do - catch up with current scholarship on the topic - doesn't require travel (or much money) either. And if I really had felt the need to travel or get more money, my school also offers summer research money (which is competitive, but I think I'd have a good shot).

But I wanted to apply for this fellowship because it was the FANCYPANTS Fellowship. There's part of me that is convinced that if I want to maintain my image of myself as actually "succeeding" in this academic life, I need to apply for these kinds of fellowships (and ideally get them, although honestly, the success is probably secondary to my sense of self than simply applying for them is).

Now, normally I think my professional aspirations and hankering for success in this arena (or, I should say, success according to the fairly narrow parameters defined by the movers and shakers in the profession: producing books and teaching at RI institutions) just make me discontent, but in this case, they're actually getting in my way: time spent chasing after Fancypants Fellowship is time that could more usefully be put to many other activities. Which is what I need to remember when I see similar opportunities dangling. On the one hand, if you don't apply for anything, you don't get anything; but continuing to apply for things that don't match the career path I've actively chosen seems a little counterproductive, and I need to remember that.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

This is probably unfair, but I'll complain anyway

Written when I should have been doing anything besides blogging - prepping for class, writing a conference paper, cleaning the apartment...

Yes, it's time to comment on another article from Chronicleland. This one is from an assistant professor of the social sciences at a research I university, talking about "Becoming a More Productive Researcher." (Free, I think?)

Anyway, this is an unfair post on my part, because the author states right up front that he is talking about research universities, and how to be more productive in a research university. But nonetheless, he makes me cranky because I don't work at a research university, but I, too, would like to be a more productive researcher, and while in principle his ideas are all very good, none of his specific advice works for me.

First item: "Equipment Is Nice, but People Are Nicer"

He suggests that instead of buying computers etc. with start-up money, you should get a research assistant: "That means one thing: I haven't had to spend time engaged in tasks that my research assistant can do instead. If I need assistance tracking down articles at the library or preparing a manuscript to go to a journal, I can delegate those tasks to my assistant."

Sigh. No research assistants at the undergrad liberal arts college. Actually, I can't complain too much; we have GREAT work-study support. I have only operated the xerox machine myself ONCE since getting here, and I have yet to take my own books out of the library. So this is very helpful. But as a medievalist, there's not a whole heck of a lot that I get out of an undergraduate research assistant. (Or maybe I'm underestimating?) They can go get articles that I track down, but they're certainly not preparing manuscripts for me.

Second Item: "No Grant Is too Small"

Actually, I pretty much agree with this one. He writes:

What types of grant opportunities should you seek out? That's simple -- the ones that are easy to apply for and easy to manage once you get the award; for example, a grant from a professional organization.

What I have found to be particularly useful are grant opportunities at your own institution that are specifically for junior faculty members. Such small-grant programs can exist at the department, college, or university levels. They are typically easy to apply for, and are often not that competitive. I have received one such grant from my college and plan to apply for a larger one soon. Don't turn down a chance for some easy money.

Now, I will whine and point out that smaller colleges don't have nearly as many grant opportunities as larger places, and the great majority of them connect to specific pedagogical innovations (like service learning) rather than to helping faculty do their research. There is money out there if you look for it, but most of it is not intended to help you do research.

Item Three: "Manage Your Research and Writing Time Carefully"

Do you have a certain time each month when you sit on some curriculum committee, and a certain time each week when you teach your classes? For most academics, the answer is yes.

So, why do so many junior faculty members not have a specific time set aside each week for writing?

Here's my advice: Set aside one day a week to write, and repeat the following mantra: "On writing day, there will be no class preparation, no administrative work, no meeting with students." This is the one day each week on which you will do things that lead directly to publications.

Again, I do actually agree with the basic idea here. What I laugh at is the idea that there is one day a week where there is no class preparation, no administrative work, no meeting with students (I'm assuming already he's not talking about weekends, since the latter 2 things at least don't tend to happen on weekends). I teach every day of the week; I'm expected to be "visible" on campus. His basic idea is very good, but the implementation he suggests is not going to work for me.

Item Four: "Look to Senior Scholars for Advice"

He writes:

Early on, identify and ask a senior faculty member in your department to be your informal mentor. Check in with that person when making decisions about what projects to focus on, what journals to send work to, and even what college committees to serve on. (I try to find out which department and college committees tend to take up the least amount of time. Then I nominate myself for those committees.)

A senior professor knows both the department and the discipline, and can help ensure that your decisions are sound and can provide opportunities for you. I am fortunate in that I conduct research in some overlapping areas with my mentor, who recently invited me to work on a book chapter with him.

Again, very good advice in principle. But I'm the only medievalist in my department. While senior colleagues CAN BE and ARE wonderful resources for many things, my senior colleagues are not going to be able to tell me where to submit my work or conduct research with me.

Really, I'm just quibbling, because the basic ideas here are good, and the author states from the beginning that he is talking about the research university context (which is not my context), and basically I am a negative and pessimistic crank a lot of the time.

But sometimes I get tired of trying to figure out how to balance this whole liberal arts college, research/teaching/service thing. Some of the things that he explicitly points to as counter to research productivity are precisely the kinds of things that my institution considers important for its faculty to do:

In just the past few months I have been asked to sit on a committee to review scholarships, come to a new December graduation ceremony, guest lecture in classes ... the list goes on.

I could say yes to all of those things, but then I would probably wake up one day and realize that all of my time was being spent on activities that would do little to increase my chances of earning tenure, while the one activity that is extremely important was getting left behind: research productivity.

I value teaching and service; that's why I wanted to work at a liberal arts college. I think it's important to understand my students as more than ID numbers ranked on a grade sheet in a vast lecture hall. (Hmm, not sure that metaphor works...who cares.) No matter where I work, I'm going to have to spend enough time teaching that I want it to be rewarding, and spouting a lecture to a sea of faces does not satsify me.

But I also love research. And I still buy into the academic economy that values research highest of all. So I want to be able to do that.

I guess what I'm saying is that I want to have my cake and eat it too. Anyone have any ideas?

Seriously, I would love to see comments about how best to balance research/everything else, in something other than the Research I context.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Is it just me...

...or is this just weird? It's the second column written by two academics going on the job market together, although they're not a romantic couple. As far as I can tell, the only thing they share is an academic field and extensive collaboration. They argue that they do their best academic work together, so they're going on the market together.

I have to acknowledge that my own discipline (history) is notoriously individualistic and has no real tradition of collaborative work, so maybe this isn't as strange as I think it is, but I just really don't get this. Especially in these days of global connectedness, do you really have to be at the same institution as someone to work with them? Why would you want to link your career permanently to another person's in this way? What's the incentive for the hiring institution?

Am I missing something?

Updated to add: Okay, so there are a lot of interesting comments, many of which don't find this particularly odd. I think this is a disciplinary/institutional divide, as I don't think you're going to see this kind of hire happen in history departments/at small teaching schools any time in the near future (history departments do on occasion hire two-for-one, so to speak, but invariably this is a spousal/partner hire). And I should also add that my question didn't mean to imply any disrespect to the two scholars involved - it was just based on honest curiosity.

Friday, January 07, 2005

Miscellany

So, today's post consists of a series of random thoughts that I collected throughout the course of the day (when I was supposed to be doing other things, like finishing my syllabi).

  • I feel like I can’t write anything original anymore – all I do is revise and revise something to death. I know this isn’t true because I’m working with a revision of a paper from last May, a paper that I wrote from scratch. So at that point I was capable of coming up with original prose. But all I feel like I do now is type the same words over and over again (hey, if I retype them, it’s revision, right?).
  • What does it say about me that I feel both saddened and slightly threatened by Dr. B’s decision to leave academia? First of all, let me point out how selfish of me it is to think this way: her decision on this has nothing to do with me. Nonetheless, as I said in comments at her site, it makes me said when the good and reasonable folk leave academia, because it makes it that much harder to see academia becoming better and more reasonable (don’t look at me – I’m a conformist, a company hack, and if it’s what I have to do to get ahead, I’ll do it). As for threatened – yes, a little, because when someone smart and compassionate leaves academia there’s the little voice in my head that says, Why do I like this so much? Even when it makes me miserable? Is it smarter to leave? Should I be considering this? (See, it’s hard to be a conformist when you’re surrounded by people doing different things…)
  • Firefox has gone extremely strange on me. Sometime last week it ditched my home page in favor of the Firefox/Google start page. Since my prior start page had been the previous default homepage, I didn't really care, but it was weird. But now - NOW - Firefox has erased ALL my bookmarks! At least, I presume it was Firefox, because I haven't changed anything; one day the bookmarks were there, now they're not. Drat. Anyone have any idea what might be going on?
    <covers computer's ears> Boy, I wish I had the money for a new laptop! </end cover>
  • So, I can’t write original academic prose to save my life, but I can write reams about what bugs me about student evals and computer software?? Maybe I really need to be in administration…

Friday, December 17, 2004

Ick. Yuck.

Laura at 11D first drew my attention to this, but if you haven't read the Chronicle's recent article discussing how women are represented at elite academic institutions at far lower proportions than they're receiving Ph.D.'s, you should do so. (It's free, go check it out.) From Laura's comments, I'm not sure I want to read the discussion of the article going on in the Colloquy...

Okay, I began reading them, but there were so many of the "women just want the standards bent for them and AA practices are ridiculous and you can't tell us who to hire so there" kind of comments that I don't think I can make it any further. I feel kind of sick now.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

More raised blood pressure, courtesy of the Chronicle

I may just be uncharitable in my response to this column - I'm quite willing to acknowledge that. But yet another First Person column from The Chronicle has set my teeth on edge (non-subscribers, this should be a free access article, my apologies if anyone can't access it).

"Mary William" explains how excited she is by her doctoral work and the prospect of going on the job market; she can't understand what's wrong with her timid, cautious colleagues who "agonize over taking qualifying exams, defending a dissertation proposal, writing the dissertation, and entering the job market."

There are a number of things that bug me about this column.

Continue reading "More raised blood pressure, courtesy of the Chronicle" »

Monday, October 25, 2004

October sucks

Given the sentiments flying around the corner of the blogosphere where I hang out, I thought this link to an old Ms. Mentor column might be timely. (I don't buy all of Ms. Mentor's advice, but I like her column, and I appreciated this one especially.)

I wish I had better solutions to offer everyone, but it's always nice to know you're not alone.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

What would I have done differently?

I guess all the discussion about grad students and profs and so on floating around got me to thinking about whether I'd have done any of this differently, if I were to do it all over again.

One of the biggest influences on my grad school experience was going to grad school straight from undergrad. I remember visiting my program as a prospective student, and one of the ABDs cheerfully telling me that people who came straight from undergrad had a higher non-completion rate than those who'd taken some time off. Thanks, that's really helpful. I'd like to say that I took that as a challenge and it helped me stay focused on my purpose, drove me on, etc., but I don't really think so.

Would I take time off if I were doing this again? Well, I do advise undergrads considering graduate study to take at least a year off, so yes, in theory, I guess I would. This is why it would have been helpful to me: I started graduate school when I was 22. Before that, I had never lived in my own apartment, cooked for myself on a regular basis, or cleaned anything other than my dorm room (and that minimally). I'd never managed money beyond my spending money. Now, I don't think learning how to do those things was particularly hard (except managing money, but that was because I didn't have any!) or took time away from my schoolwork or anything; it was part of becoming an adult, but I don't think that part of the transition was very hard.

But I think the biggest problem for me in grad school is that I had never worked with anyone older than me as a peer or at least as an adult. I had never held my own full-time job in which I alone was responsible for something. (I had part-time jobs during the summers and my senior year, but they were typical student-y things.) This sounds really silly, but I'd rarely called an adult who was not a close family friend by their first name! Everyone in college was Prof. Whoever. I'd worked for Trish and Pat, two secretaries in our local hospital, but their bosses were Mr. and Mrs./Ms. Thingy.

So, it wasn't so much that I wasn't very grown up (I wasn't any more immature than any other intelligent 22 year old), as that I had a very hard time seeing myself as grown up. This made it difficult to approach faculty in any other role than that of a supplicant; I saw myself at the absolute bottom of a hierarchy of which they were at the top. I couldn't imagine why any of these people would want to talk to ME unless required to by the structure of the program (and to be honest, I didn't much want to talk to them except for the same reason). Socializing with faculty (which our program did a fair amount of) was excruciating for a long time, because all the profs in my field were about 30 years older than I was, and what the hell could I talk to them about??

This was exacerbated by the juvenilization of being a student. I didn't feel this very strongly for obvious reasons, but friends of mine who had come back to school, especially after long periods in the "real" world, found it very hard to adjust to the kind of social diminuition that comes with being a student. As a grad student you're not grownup by the very definition of student; you're not done with whatever it is you're doing that's going to move you along to the next stage in your life.

So it took me a long time to be able to see myself as a grownup, and to learn how to talk to people not my own age (chronologically or socially). And I think that if I'd taken some time off before going to grad school, I would have learned to do that, and would have been much better prepared to deal with faculty. And really to take advantage of what grad school had to offer, and to get the most out of it. Even now, I feel like I have grown in LEAPS AND BOUNDS since working full time, because I am finally not a peon, and can start to have the confidence and independence of a real grownup, and my work is loads better.

Of course, I don't know what the hell else I would have done after graduation - there was a recession on, most of my friends didn't have jobs when they graduated (this was all the more traumatic for them given that my college had spent the 80s sending large numbers of its graduating classes directly onto Wall Street or into lucrative consulting firms), I had no marketable experience or skills, and there wasn't anything else I wanted to do. It didn't make any sense to me at the time to put off doing what I wanted to do to spend a year or so doing something I didn't want to do, and even now I'm not sure I-now could have convinced me-then otherwise.

I think the other psychological benefit of working before grad school would have been to have some idea of what the world out there was actually like. During the slog of the dissertation (which was a loooooong slog) I frequently fantasized about working in a cubicle and wearing suits and hose to work every day. At times, this looked really great. But I didn't have any idea what that actually entailed beyond getting to wear suits. More to the point, I wasn't sure I would ever be able to finish and if I did, I wasn't sure I could ever get an academic job. Having a better idea of what "real" world options were out there, from personal experience, would have been a great comfort to me at that time, because it might have made the prospect of leaving academia less scary. (I was open to the idea that I might not end up in academia, but just didn't have much sense of what I would do.)

There are many other things I could have done differently, I suppose - choice of programs, choice of advisor, choice of topics - but I don't really regret any of those choices (yeah, even the advisor I complain about), partly because I don't have as clear a sense of what would have been different if I'd taken different paths. I'm not sure I actually regret going to grad school straight from college, but if not, it's the closest thing to regret I can identify.

Well, I DO regret taking as long as I did to finish, but that's a whole different story, tied up in perfectionism and procrastination - demons I still battle now as I sit here blogging (instead of working, or sleeping so that I can get up early to spend tomorrow working) and trying to ignore the little voice in the back of my head that's panicking about not having a book written and needing a book for tenure and not knowing how to bridge the distance between the two...but like I said, that's a different story.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

A modest proposal

So I've been thinking about teaching and academia, partly in response to a whole variety of posts in the last week or so, here, here, here, and here. (I think the discussion originally sprang up over at Dr. Crazy's but I can't remember in response to which post now.) At first I thought was I thinking was a comment, but really I think it's a slightly different take on the question, that actually may connect more with the work/life blog conference over at 11D.

I think a recurring issue in the first set of discussons has been couched in terms of what value academics place on teaching, when in fact it's not really about whether academics value teaching, but how they define what good teaching is. I have to confess that I have played the cynic here (like one of those senior grad students you encounter when you first start grad school, the ones who seem to say, "Yeah, that's right, be excited, love your subject, aim for greatness.... YOU'LL SOON LEARN."), and have emphasized in some of my comments that academia doesn't always value teaching (I would argue that in PhD-granting institutions, teaching is never going to garner you the praise and reward that research will. In fact, I would argue that in the profession as a whole, teaching is never going to garner you the praise and reward that research will. No one awards endowed chairs or MacArthur "genius" grants for teaching). While I stand behind that comment about academia as an institution, at the same time I'm firmly convinced that 93% of academics I've met are strongly dedicated to their teaching, consider it important, and seek nothing but to help students learn.

And yet, my modest proposal is to ask the good teachers out there, the ones who care, who bust their balls, to please, be maybe not so good. Slack off just a little. Or at least be very very careful when you assign those challenging papers, incorporate peer review and rewrites, institute new pegagodical techniques.

Before y'all stone me for a heretic, let me explain further.

Maybe one of the comments that triggered this came also from Dr. Crazy:

Well, I should be grading (and no, I will not be done with the mountains of grading until approximately mid-december and yes, it is my own fault for assigning all of this shit and actually caring that I teach my students instead of accepting the fact that I'm killing myself at this pace and should just stop worrying about whether they learn...)

She has another  comment along these lines:

Three hours of conferences. Three hours (ok, only 2 hours and 45 minutes) of teaching. My brain is fried, and I've got to be back at school at 9 AM for three more hours of conferences. I know that this is good for my freshmen (I will only go to these lengths for them), but it is... draining. I hate it when sound pedagogy translates into self-flagellation. It just sucks.

These are just isolated comments, but they made me think of the dangers of uber-dedication to teaching. I have two dear dear friends who have both left teaching after some years (one taught high school, granted, but one taught at the college level). Both of them were described by students as the best teacher they'd ever had. Students cited their classes as life-changing. The dedication and devotion that they inspired in their students was remarkable to see, and was a reflection not of any kind of pandering or coddling but followed in the wake of rigorous, demanding, and - yes - incredibly FUN classes. The college level friend is the best teacher that I have ever known.

And now neither of them are teaching.

They got burnt out; they couldn't separate teaching from the rest of their life. And teaching is an incredible mindsuck and timesuck that will take up every tiny speck of time and energy that you have, if you let it.

Over the years I repeatedly expressed amazement at the kind of work they put in to teaching - for instance, assigning 7 short papers and 7 essay tests in a class of 85 students (on top of another class of 70 students with a very similar assignments) at the same time as completely rewriting each day's lecture even though they'd taught the class before, because they need to be "fresh." Never mind meeting with 5-10 students a day, every day, for at least half an hour at a time, and each student feeling like they'd finally encountered the one person on campus who really cared about them and listened to them and would work to help them be the best that they could be. I asked if there weren't ways to give students a valid educational experience that  didn't require so much effort on the part of the instructor. I know at least one of them tried to revamp their assignments/workload, but just found different ways to overwork themselves.

Both friends, when they left teaching, said that they couldn't continue doing what they did, but they couldn't do it any other way.

And you know, that makes me MAD. It makes me angry because here are two people who really made a big difference in many students' lives, and now they're not doing it at all.

Wouldn't it be better for them to "slack" a little, and continue to be able to help students? Wouldn't helping students at, say, 75% of the level that you feel is "true" teaching, help more students than being unable actually to maintain that insane level of work required to produce such truly exceptional teaching?

And there's another friend, who is still teaching (college), who devotes herself to her students to the extent that she rarely spends time with her partner, eats right, gets sleep, etc. Many of us who know her are convinced she's going to have a heart attack by age 50. And then what good will that do anyone?

And what does this have to do with any of the previous blog posts I referred to above, again?  Well, maybe not a lot, directly. The comments just got me thinking about the different ways that we - academics, academia - talk about teaching, and how easy it is to get sucked into that black hole of teaching, and to find justification for that in a wide variety of discourses about teaching. I think it's actually often harder to pull back and advocate moderation without looking like you're a slacker teacher.

Research doesn't seem to me to have quite the same effect, but then, I'm not in a field with labs or anything like that, which would probably be quite different. Research is one of those things that you have to do (and which I love, don't get me wrong) but which doesn't present the same constant drain on energy and resources that teaching does (when you have deadlines looming certainly research sucks you in, but on most days, nothings going to go immediately wrong if I don't get my research prepped for 10 am the next morning, whereas it will if I don't get the teaching prepped). Although this may just betray my own biases.

So in the end this connects back to Laura's life/work blog over at 11D, which was all about how to balance work and life. And my modest proposal is a call for moderation. Don't buy into some of the discourses about what is or isn't appropriate performance, especially in terms of teaching.

Buy into survival instead.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Wheeee again!

Remember all that new office furniture, especially the desk chair?

Well, the chair has FINALLY arrived!

And after the couple of hours it took me to figure out how to adjust everything (okay, 10 minutes, but it felt REALLY long - you need a degree in engineering for this thing), I am very happy. It's very comfortable and finally I can sit at the right height for the computer! (The second-hand chair I was using wouldn't move up at all.)

I'm not sure it's worth $750, which is the approximate price I saw, but this place is like the Pentagon - everything is priced at 2 or 3x its true market value. (and hey, it's not my money...)

If you want to judge for yourself, here it is: 

Chair_3

(Although mine is an elegant pale teal color.)

Monday, October 04, 2004

A little more about academic boozing

Another interesting comment on academic drinking in the Chronicle today; James Waite, who had written a previous column about his drinking problem, checks back in and talks about starting over:

I was certainly not the only academic wrestling with a drinking problem, nor had I ever been.

That realization got me thinking: If I already had a propensity to drink too much, were there things about the academic environment that exacerbated the problem? And if so, what could I do to change -- or eliminate -- those things in order to regain balance in my life?

That was both a frightening and a liberating line of thought. I had to confront my behavior and alter it by changing routines and habits with which I had grown quite comfortable. At that point, I was desperate enough to try anything to feel more in control of my career and my life again.

So I quit my job.

He goes on to talk about the ways in which the atmosphere at his previous job helped contribute both to his drinking, and to his lack of energy in research and in teaching. He particularly identifies the problems of socializing regularly with a group of older, tenured, burnt-out, heavy-drinking faculty. (He doesn't specify, but I would be willing to bet they were men. No offense, men out there. Demographically, there are far fewer women at senior faculty ranks, and I think the heavy-drinking woman is still far less acceptable than the heavy-drinking man. Though I admit I have no evidence here.)

These get-togethers weren't doing me any favors. There was the obvious connection between time spent at the bar and the lack of time spent doing anything productive.

But there was also the "creep," as I came to call it. The culture of bonhomie and collegiality was enjoyable on the surface; underneath, it was defeatist and cynical. These folks had tenure. I didn't. And they all had quit publishing a long time ago -- about the same time they had started mailing it in with their teaching as well.

I was doing the same thing, but getting a much earlier start on it.

The conclusion he reaches is that he simply didn't like his job, and never had. So he quits his job, finds another one at an institution he loves, and (sort of) reinvents himself. Now, he writes, he is "obnoxiously efficient." But he concludes on this note:

Before we cue the happy music and roll the credits on this inspirational feel-good story of the year, though, let's also acknowledge the rest of my reality. I still drink, even though I know I probably shouldn't.

I've cut way down, and I don't feel out of control like I did before. But who's to say that I won't down the road? I'm locked in a slow dance with alcohol. Right now, I'm leading, but that's not a guarantee for the next dance.

I'm a little older and I'm a little wiser from the past year -- wise enough to know I still have work to do and dangers ahead. Environment was a part, but not the whole, of my problem. Changing places worked well for me, but I have to make it keep working. I can't up and move every few years because I feel like my drinking is out of control.

I was lucky to succeed on the market twice, and I have little taste for a third try. This, then, is my reality, constantly walking "the edge," maintaining a delicate balance of awareness and control. Maybe soon I'll step off that edge, in one direction or the other. At least I now know which direction I want to go.

I found this a fascinating comment on the role of alcohol in academia. (In his previous column, Waite had argued that his problem with alcohol was facilitated by the culture of drinking in academia.) I'm also very interested to see how this turns out for Prof. Waite, although I'm not sure we'll ever know.

On the one hand, the part of me conditioned by the popularity (and ubiquity) of AA and AA-influenced discussion of alcoholism in modern American culture is very dubious about his ability to maintain this balance and not slip off the edge, probably in the wrong direction.

On the other hand, books like Anne Fletcher's Sober for Good point to the wide variety of ways that people can make their peace with alcohol, and suggest the ways in which AA has been a marketing success but is not (regardless of what they'd like to think) the only way to deal with an alcohol problem. There are even people with alcohol problems who claim to be able to maintain a moderate drinking pattern.

I think such people are few and far between, however, and I suspect that James Waite has not so much found a permanent balance as much as he is cycling between moderate drinking and heavy drinking. Intelligent, high-achieving people - like folks who've survived a Ph.D. program? - tend to make really high-functioning drunks. (A great account of this is Caroline Knapp's Drinking: A Love Story.)

I should add that these comments are not meant as criticism of academics who drink; it's difficult to know what to make of one person's story and what this really says about academia as a whole, as opposed to just about James Waite. But as I've been part of interesting discussions about academic drinking in the past, I thought I would post this as part of an ongoing conversation.

(In any case, I find this pair of First Person columns more interesting and thought-provoking than many of the job-market-plaints out there!)

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

I just did something that terrifies me

That's what some of those self-help books suggest, right, do one thing every day that terrifies you? Well, I just did mine for today - I wrote to my graduate advisor asking for a letter in support of a grant application. This should not be such a nerve-wracking act, of course, except for the fact that all my grad school neuroses are centered around this figure, The Advisor. I'm sure I've never even really seen her as a real person, she's always filtered through my own anxieties and insecurities. (We'll leave aside the idea that she seems really good at fostering said anxieties and insecurities, because of course, this too is filtered through my own peculiar lens, and is probably uncharitable of me...)

My main reason for terror, however, is that I've left this ever so slighly late. And I know that it's utterly rude to ask for a letter at short notice. (In my defense, this is a revision to a previous letter rather than a new letter from scratch.) So I do suspect she will refuse, which will be completely within her rights. I'm bracing myself for the impact, so that if she does refuse, it won't throw me into a tail-spin of self-doubt and loathing. (Even though it probably will.)

Unfortunately, if she does refuse, I haven't really left myself enough time to round up someone else to replace her - the other people I know in my field don't know my research well enough to write without a lot of prompting and submission of material on my part, which, in light of the short notice thing, would be a really rude thing to ask. (Isn't it sad how advisors come to be a little like family, the people you can be rude[r] to because they have to put up with you?)

Oh well, if she says no, then at least I don't have to write this proposal.

Oooh, if she does turn me down I just thought of someone else I might be able to ask...someone who doesn't make me feel like crap on a regular basis...what a reassuring realization...

Update: Okay, so I'm just paranoid, because she said yes, and seemed perfectly happy to do so! Am tempted to yank this post, but decided to leave it up as a testimony to my dorkiness. And as evidence of how much we create our own problems with people.

Friday, September 17, 2004

So much to blog, so little time

There are a number of things I wanted to comment on today, but I am DETERMINED that I am going to accomplish something research-related this morning (before I go to the allergist and they poke me with pins dipped in nasty allergy-inducing substances). So will try to be short (which would be sort of a miracle...).

1. Vindication follow-up
I've really appreciated people's comments about different teaching styles and going with what works for you. Yesterday, I stood up at the front of class and led discussion, seminar tables be damned. Although I still led a general discussion with the big group, somehow standing up and using the board a lot (2 columns set up to highlight differences between 2 genres, diagramming the structure of a particular text) gave it a very different feel from me sitting amongst them trying to draw out their reactions, and I was MUCH more comfortable.

2. Chronicle gleaning #1.
This is where I don't have time to comment much, but there were a couple of interesting looking things in the nifty little Chronicle e-mail this morning (or yesterday or sometime recently). (And my apologies for the Chronicle deprived, that I will be talking about material that not everyone can access.) First, there's a piece about what a study at Duke called the ideal of "effortless perfection" among undergraduate women. (There was an earlier column about the Duke study here and an interesting response to it here.) About the Duke study:

Last fall Duke released a report on the Women's Initiative, a study of the status of women at the university. The single most contentious conclusion was that many undergraduate women here feel relentless pressure to conform to an ideal.

In the report, undergraduates described a social environment characterized by the expectation that a woman would be "smart, accomplished, fit, beautiful, and popular, and that all this would happen without visible effort."

I haven't had a chance to look at the new piece closely yet, but the finding about "effortless perfection" really hit home for me. I felt that pressure as an undergraduate and I feel it now (although thankfully, less than I used to). I also think that my women students - especially where I am now - feel this to. Ironically, it also sounded very much like Italian Renaissance author Baldessare Castiglione's ideal of "sprezzatura," the ideal that you look incredibly accomplished but can't possibly look like you put any effort into it.

Would love comments on the article.

3. Chronicle gleaning #2.
There was also a fascinating piece about student discourtesy. (I think this is a free article.) I have a professional interest in manners, so I'm always fascinated by the ways that professorial and student standards for behavior can clash. Because certainly, students don't think they're acting rudely when they act in ways that professors perceive as rude; so what is it that creates such disparate understandings of appropriate behavior? Have to confess that I consider myself extremely lucky to have worked in generally polite parts of the country with generally polite students. But I do agree that there are many things that professors can do to encourage/discourage student rudeness, and I think that the disengaged professor is offering a huge invitation to classroom incivility. After all, if the professor doesn't seem to want to be there or even know your name, what incentive do you have to treat them respectfully? (Apart from the usual ideals of good behavior, that is!) But again, I've had few problem in this respect. (Occasionally I get someone reading a newspaper or something unrelated to class, and I rip them a new one faster than you can blink. But that's about it.) So I welcome any stories/experiences or comments on the article (there's a live Colloquy discussion too, which I haven't checked out yet).

4. Not very helpful, but...
Those who found interesting the article on college admissions that I linked to earlier this week might want to look at another article on college admissions out of the Atlantic Monthly, their overview of the past year.  Sad to say, this is for subscribers only, but I post it here in case you're a subscriber, or can get it via a library database, or will be wandering by a library where they have a paper copy. It comments on, among other things, the increasing use of marketing strategies among colleges (for instance, working really hard to increase their applicant pool so that they can look more selective by rejecting more students, which may also allow them to choose more students with less financial need). I just skimmed this one, so no real comments; may say more about it later.

Okay, not really short. There's a shock. I would still like to think a little bit about why I blog, following up on some comments that Laura made over at 11D. But that will have to wait for the weekend.

Monday, September 13, 2004

The college admissions frenzy

Wanted to point out an extremely interesting article about elite colleges and whether it matters if you go to one or not. I can never remember if the Brookings Institution has a particular political bias or not that I should be taking into account here (can't keep my Washington think-tanks straight), but had to agree that there is far too great an emphasis placed on the Gotta-Get-Ins. Having grown up in a town rampant with the "admissions mania" that the article describes, I saw first hand how destructive it could be, and I can only imagine it's gotten worse since I went to college lo these many years ago. (I had a friend who applied to about 10 of the Gotta-Get-Ins, and the University of Massachusetts, AKA Zoo Mass. The only place he got into was Zoo Mass. He was convinced - and most of us agreed with him - that his life was over. I lost touch with him freshman year, but somehow I doubt his life ended. Another friend of ours who went to Zoo Mass - whose parents paid for her brothers to go to MIT and Harvard, but saw no point in paying for the girl to go to a big name school - is now a lawyer with a Boston firm. Such a failure.)

And yet the allure of the big-name institutions persists. I found one point especially interesting:

There is one group of students that even Krueger and Dale found benefited significantly from attending elite schools: those from disadvantaged backgrounds. Kids from poor families seem to profit from exposure to Amherst or Northwestern much more than kids from well-off families. Why? One possible answer is that they learn sociological cues and customs to which they have not been exposed before.

I certainly don't fit this model. But my dad, the coal miner's son who worked his way up from the factory floor to become an executive (my shining example of the potential of the American dream), was determined that his kids were going to go to elite schools (and all of us did). I don't think he had the above point in mind; sending us to elite schools was simply one measure of his success as a father, that he could do the best by us. I think that still motivates a lot of people's desire to send their children to elite schools. The profit is probably different from the original motivation.

Full disclosure: both my undergraduate institution and my current employer are mentioned somewhere in the article. And yes, I applied to Harvard (for both undergraduate and graduate school), and no, I didn't get in either time (curse them! Although actually I am VERY relieved that I didn't go there).

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Academic boozing

There were a number of interesting comments recently in response to Faculty Wife's post about academic drinking. I was reminded of them today when I was reading the Chronicle (yet again - sorry to non-subscribers). The column was actually about something else entirely, about how professors aren't trained to teach graduate students, and the author had moved on to talk about some of the methods that she's developed for doing so. Anyway, the following passage was what really struck me:

I bring in food. If it's a morning class, I might bring in cookies and tell the students to pick up coffee or tea on their way. If it's early evening, I bring in a bottle of sherry and a bottle of port (everyone seems to like the port better; ugh). That sets a nice tone, and changes the feeling at the table, even if I do have to use plastic cups.

I'm trying to make the seminar room feel like my ideal learning situation, like it's my study group.

I found it fascinating that a bottle of sherry or port helps to make the seminar room feel like her ideal learning situation, and thought it said a lot about the ubiquity of alcohol in academic life.

My intent here is NOT to criticize academics who drink (or anyone else who does) - to each their own, I say. Nonetheless, I wondered if many other professions would include a bottle of sherry or port in the ideal setting for their jobs. There are certainly plenty of professions with noble traditions of drinking (journalism, business - the 4 martini lunch and whatnot - and I'm sure there are others) - but still, there seemed to be something quintessentially academic about this image.

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Gack

New column in the Chronicle of Higher Ed; clearly this guy misses the point of a liberal arts education entirely. He argues that liberal arts education needs to be about providing the skills that employers want. He's right that there's a disconnect between student expectations ("I'm getting a college degree so I can get a job") and what college professors are trying to teach. And yes, there are a lot of students who need more work on their writing skills. But the answer is not to structure the liberal arts curriculum around making future employers happy because that defeats the point of a liberal arts education entirely - talk about the corporatization of the academy. The bottom line in such a case is the almighty dollar.

And some of the "skills" that he argues that colleges need to teach students are things like dependability and getting up on time. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but don't college students have parents or other family, and don't they have some kind of responsibility for training their children in little things like using an alarm clock and showing up where they're supposed to be? Last I checked, there wasn't anything about that in the textbooks that I use (maybe because it has nothing to do with the subject that I teach??).

What amazes me the most is that this guy ended up going on to complete a Ph.D. and work in academia for presumably all of his adult life. Since he started college in 1956, he must have been stewing about this for a long time....

(I love his complaint that someone made him read Chaucer in the 14th-century original - what torture! How unfair! How dare a college literature class want him to read a figure who was instrumental in shaping the history of the English language and literature!)

Gahhhh, I could rant about this longer, but since I have to prep class yet this morning I'll just end by restating my general disgust.

UPDATE: For a much more eloquent and thoughtful comment on this post, with more detail about what Annoying Anti-Liberal Arts man said, see Pharyngula (loved the fetus dolls, PZ!).

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Everything old is new again

It's very strange to get your degree, get a tenure-track job, stay in it for four years, feel like you're finally getting a handle on what you're doing, and then decide to up sticks and go somewhere else.  I've spent the last two days getting oriented at my new job. On the one hand, it's been great to meet other new faculty, begin to feel a tiny bit like I'm a part of this institution, and get back into the swing of the academic year (even though I'm still entirely unready to start classes, but that's another issue). On the other hand, it's very strange to reorient myself to thinking like a newbie again. A few things I noticed:

The other new faculty seem so young! I'm sure that we all do to the real seasoned veterans, but having skipped the real world and gone straight to grad school, I got used to being one of the youngest people among my cohort. Since I took forever to finish my dissertation, however, and switched jobs, my youth seems to have seeped away, and I feel surrounded by young'uns. Some of my agedness is purely mental; some of these people not so much young as inexperienced. I know they're not, I know that pretty much all of them taught in grad school and a number of them have had adjunct positions before. They're all poised and professional individuals (at least according to the standards of academe!). But a lot of them still feel like grad students to me. And although I don't teach at an institution with grad students, and often still feel like one myself, I've been to enough conferences since finishing and working full time to realize that, yes, there IS something different between me and a grad student. (Not better, not worse, just different.) I'm sure this feeling will disappear pretty quickly, but right now I feel like neither fish nor fowl, neither new enough [to the profession] to benefit from the sage advice we're receiving, nor "old" enough to know how things work around here.

I like to talk. This isn't much of a shocker; I know I like to talk. My friends and family know I like to talk. My students know I like to talk (pretty darn fast, and they'd better keep up, dammit). Being neither fish nor fowl makes it hard to say much of anything. I think of a great line from Ever After, one of my all time favorite movies: "A fish may fall in love with a bird, but where would they live?" (It's something like that, anyway.) A new-old faculty member may have experience, but who wants to hear about it? Orientation seems to be a time for newbies to ask questions and the experienced ones to answer them. Plenty of the questions were specific enough to this school that they're very useful. But plenty of the questions would apply to newbies in any context. I know I can still learn a lot; I know it's useful for me to hear this kind of information. Unfortunately, I want to charge in, to talk about my own experiences, to tell people what I do (or did) in situation x, why it did work or didn't work, to point out that at my past institution it was perfectly normal to do y & z, so on and so on.

But I'm not here to tell the newbies things; I am a newbie. So I bite my tongue.

Higher education is a product to be marketed and sold.
Not that this is an original insight or much of a shocker, but orientation brought this home to me. We all watched a video on the glorious history of Small Urban College and then went on a walking tour of the campus. There was lots of discussion of tradition and rituals and the Really Great Things about Small Urban College. Now, I really like Small Urban. After all, I chose to leave another tenure-track job for Small Urban, and it wasn't even that bad a job. So I'm happy to emphasize the positive about the school. But I found all the talking up of the campus quite funny - it felt like we were getting the sell that potential parents and their students get (not quite - they didn't tell us about the dorms, for instance). I'm not going to college here, people; I'm not paying tuition; you're paying me (significantly better than at my last job, in fact). I'm not looking for a surrogate family; I'm looking for a job. Yes, I like being at a school with traditions and with really pretty buildings and gardens and whatnot. Yes, I'll happily plug all this stuff when talking to prospective students or parents. But in essence these things are a whole lot of fabulous window dressing to justify the tuition that you get, and to create emotional ties so that you can get donations from alumni in future. Don't pretend that I don't realize this.

It sucks to get caught up in all the hustle and bustle of the opening days of the semester at a new school before your spouse. First long distance fight today. Long Distance Husband was unhappy because he doesn't have anything to do yet so he sits around, bored and at a loose end, and now that I've been busy with orientation, he feels like I'm ignoring him. Words were exchanged. It's great fun to fight over cell phone lines (airwaves?).

Overall, I guess things are going fairly well. I do feel like I'm constantly weighing my words, trying to figure out who I'm talking to and what they think, whether I should tell one more story about where I used to work, or shut up. It's pretty exhausting.

Not that it helps that I still have one syllabus to write (well, finish, but it's pretty rough), along with just oodles and oodles of other tasks. Tomorrow there are more meetings, which means more strangers, more sitting on my hands and biting my tongue and wondering whether I could possibly say anything useful.

And darn it, I haven't run the dishwasher in three days because I keep forgetting to buy more detergent, and I won't get to until tomorrow evening either...but right now it's time to ignore the stinky kitchen and get some sleep. G'night.

P.S. Just got a long, chatty e-mail from one of my favorite former students ever! I miss her. I worry that the students here won't like me as much as she does. Still, it warms the cockles of me heart that she would just write to say hello and tell me what she did this summer. Awwww. And on that warm and fuzzy note, I really will go to sleep.

Sunday, August 15, 2004

Sunday night musings

Mel blogged today about Sundays, and why she doesn't like them. I couldn't agree more. My Sunday was pretty much a wash, for no good reason. I was actually out doing something social all day yesterday, which was fun, but there was no booze involved and I was in bed by 11:30, so I have no excuse to sit around all day today like I used to on Sundays in college, when Sunday was the day to rehydrate, recover from hangovers, and wonder what the hell we actually spent the previous evening doing.

The social thing yesterday was checking out a local festival (how's that for pseudonymous vagueness), which was a lot of fun as the weather was great and the festival was too. One thing that struck me, however, was that the people who invited me along gleefully declared the day an opportunity to acclimate me to the region (with the implication that I was getting thrown in the deep end). And there were a lot of regional traditions and specialties in evidence (again, sorry to be so coy about the region). But the strangest thing was how similar the festival's location felt to Rural Utopia (the town, rather than the college). The festival was in a small town about an hour and a half or so away, out in agricultural countryside. It was bigger than Rural Utopia, and there were a few more links to civilization (so to speak), but it felt extremely familiar. I don't mean to minimize regional culture, but I had to wonder whether there is a bigger divide in this country between rural and urban culture than there is between, say, rural culture in different parts of the country, and urban culture in different parts of the country.

I'd like to say some more about mentors, because people have raised such interesting comments in response to my previous post (and others, like Sharleen's here and here, and Mel's here). But each time I try I find myself spiraling into complaints about my own advising experience, which isn't very useful. So I've been thinking about how I was a bad mentee, which I may say more about another time. What I will say here is that the whole process feels cumulative; that is, having a bad mentoring experience damages your self-confidence, making you much less likely to want to ask clearly for what you need in the future, making it less likely that you'll have a good mentoring experience, etc. etc.... I'm sure many people can write off a bad experience and move on to develop a good relationship, but those formative experiences can be offputting.

Well, I'm distracted by the fact that tomorrow is Orientation for New Faculty, so I will have to be the Professional Me for the first time in a while. Which means I will have to iron. And the most frustrating part (in a purely materialistic, shallow sense) is that I cannot for the life of me figure out where I packed (or unpacked) my jewelry (which I haven't really needed till now). I have a sinking feeling it's lost, which means replacing it, which isn't just about the cost but about actually finding pieces that serve the same sartorial functions as what I owned. Drat drat drat.

Friday, August 13, 2004

Mentors

There's an interesting piece in the Chronicle today about academic mentors. I haven't had a chance really to digest it yet, but it raises some good points just by suggesting that mentorship is complicated and has some inherent problems. I had (still have) a difficult enough relationship with my own graduate advisor that I'm (sadly) thrilled to see some discussion of the problems with mentoring; I always feel as though the problems we had were all my fault - "good" students had good relationships with their advisors, so if our relationship was bad, it was all my fault. But if there are problems inherent to mentoring, well, then hey! it's not such a big deal if my relationship with my mentor sucks!

One of the issues the article raises at least tangentially is the question of mentoring after graduate school. What should my relationship be with my advisor now that I'm done? I don't feel especially "finished" and feel like I still need help. And all the reasons why I chose to work with this advisor continue to hold good: said advisor is a Huge Name, and being connected with such a person can and does open doors; and said advisor knows the field inside and out. But said advisor is also (as often happens with Huge Names) incredibly busy, has plenty of other students (past and especially current) clamoring for attention, and isn't especially interested in doing anything that will increase the workload. So there's only so much  that I feel I can ask (leaving aside the fact the conversations with said advisor tend to leave me convinced I will never succeed at this, never).

I have worked on finding other people in my field to whom I can turn, and there are a couple (one especially) who have been very helpful, already much more helpful than said advisor. What has impressed me the most is how ready they have been to treat me as a colleague, rather than as a supplicant - which is probably not all that surprising, since they didn't see me through the whole graduate school process, and never knew me when I was a silly 22-year-old with no idea what I was doing. But it still feels really good to have them treat me this way.

The problem is that I still think of myself as a supplicant, and have a hard time thinking that I can offer them anything useful in return, and therefore feel guilty calling upon them. (I have explicitly explained this to the one I think of as my foster-advisor, who has graciously replied along the lines of "pay it forward," but it's still hard to do.) Not only do I have a skewed view of the relationship given my difficulties in grad school (although, come to think of it, my undergrad mentor was wonderful, and I should think about that relationship more often), but I (probably like many people) went into academia because I wanted to be the one who knew everything. So I hate asking for help and expect myself to be able to figure everything out on my own.

Anyway. There's a lot of discussion about what makes a good mentor, but sometimes I think people (like me!) would benefit a lot from learning how to be a good mentee, as well. I'm still trying to figure that out.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Dissertation envy

I find myself, yet again, with dissertation envy. Not that I envy grad students currently going through the process of writing, or wish that I was back writing my dissertation again (hell, no!). What I envy are other people's dissertations - the ones that translate so sweetly and easily into books: ax the lit review chapter, cut out a lot of footnotes, pull things together so it flows more smoothly, and boom, presses are panting to publish. Not that such dissertations necessarily were written as books, but they make that transition nicely. Sure, you may have to rewrite quite a bit for the change in audience and purpose, but you're pretty much ready to go.

Maybe those dissertations are the exception; I don't know. All I know is that my dissertation is not one of them. It's a pretty decent dissertation, in that it does a good job with the material that it addresses. Problem is, to be anything like a reasonable book, it needs to incorporate a whole bunch more material that I haven't yet worked with. It's not so much that I mind the work (who am I kidding? of course I do!), but that I don't know how long it will take me to research this material, and to integrate it with the rest of the stuff. And that tenure clock continues to tick away.

The path to dissertation topics is an interesting one. I have had a lot of colleagues (or colleagues of colleagues) talk about how the dissertation - the first book - isn't really your own; it's the second project that's your own. This assumption behind this is that the advisor has handed the student a nice, manageable, discrete topic, and it's the second one that you come up with yourself.

My own experience was different - my advisor would have given me a topic if I wanted (we tried this to begin with, and it didn't work for me at all), but I ended up carving out my own topic entirely by myself. What I came up with was fairly messy, but it was mine. I like to think that because of this, I learned more thoroughly how to come up with and conceptualize and research a project than I would have with a topic given to me. But I also feel very much like I'm falling behind those of my cohort who are making the transition from dissertation to book more quickly than I am. (And I should make it clear I don't mean to suggest that people who get given topics don't work just as hard and learn how to conceptualize, research, etc. as well as other students, I just mean it wouldn't have worked as well for me.)

I find myself with two resentments as a result of all this (well, I'm a bundle of resentments, but I'll just articulate two here): the first is with my graduate advisor, because I do feel like I had to muddle through and figure out a lot of things for myself, and that if I'd had some more constructive advice I might have been able to produce something a little less ragged and a little more ready to go. (Of course, my advisor probably sees things differently, so we'll have to leave it at that.)

My second resentment is with some of the standards of scholarship, because I think my strength is as a more synthetic writer, pulling together a range of materials, picking out the inconsistencies in approaches/arguments, and bringing everything together in perhaps a clearer way. I think the best chapter in my dissertation is a completely synthetic chapter; it's in there because it provides necessary background to the particular sources I was working with, but I also think it manages to pull together a whole bunch of disparate stuff and focus it in a way that highlights the most important points in a way that hadn't been done before. Unfortunately, synthesis isn't exactly the most respected approach to scholarship - not if you're junior faculty, at least - and so therefore I have to go back and incorporate a whole range of additional primary research to make this a respectable book. (A "respectable" book being the only kind that matters, of course.)

A friend of mine's mom once said, "Never envy anyone until you've been in their shoes, because you don't know what their problems are." I'm sure that the people whose dissertations I envy have more than enough problems of their own, problems that I don't have and wouldn't want. I know that envy is a waste of time, and that I'd be much better off working on that additional research, and on writing my book manuscript.

But if anyone wants to swap dissertations with me...

Friday, August 06, 2004

Academic marriages

I clearly suffer from comment diarrhea, because whenever anyone makes an interesting comment I decide to write an encylopedia in response. Sharleen asked:

And if I'm not intruding, why did you decide to marry before tenure/job security? My partner and I have always thought we'd wait, but that isn't a permanent decision or anything, so I am curious.

Sharleen, I don't mind you asking at all, but I don't have a great answer. I guess we decided to marry before tenure/job security because it never occurred to us not to.

(I should probably explain that we met in grad school and got Ph.D.s in the same discipline, but he's now changing professions, and so when I talk about him going to school, it's on top of the Ph.D. in a new field entirely).

For one thing, we earned degrees in a field where people regularly spend centuries in grad school. Okay, I exaggerate, but the degree took him 7 years and took me 10. (Our program boots people out much more quickly now, but at the time, 7 years was normal and 10 was still pretty reasonable. I knew a woman who took sixteen years to get her degree.) We started seeing each other in 1993 and if we'd waited to get married until one of us to get tenure (let alone both) we'd have been waiting until 2004 or 2007. We didn't actually get married until I had a tenure-track job, although we got engaged before I had the job. I think we approached marriage the way that I have heard people talk about having a baby in academia - there's no perfect time to do it, so you need to do it when it's right for you, and deal with whatever you have to deal with.

I have been very very lucky because he has never wanted our marriage to put any constraints on my job opportunities and has been willing to go where I get work. This is perhaps partly a function of timing - because by the time I was on the market, the tenure-track thing hadn't quite panned out for him and he was considering leaving the profession already - but is mostly due to his wonderful supportive nature. In fact, one of the reasons I left my last position was that Rural Utopia offered very few options for a non-academic job, whereas Big(ger) City offers a lot, and I liked the idea of having an employed husband living in the same town with me.

And, ironically, my unscientific impression so far is that Small Urban College is actually much more receptive to hiring faculty spouses than Rural Utopia was, which seems absolutely nonsensical to me, given that Rural Utopia is facing a huge future problem of faculty leaving because their Ph.D. spouses can't find suitable employment in town (or anywhere remotely near). And I recognize that there are all sorts of problems with hiring spouses - for one thing, a school can't just manufacture jobs when a spouse is in the picture, and for another thing, I realize it can create a lot of resentment among other faculty. But so many members of the current professoriate are married to each other, that Rural Utopia at least needs to figure out a better policy than expressing their concern for spousal issues and then doing nothing.

I think that one of the characteristics that makes the current generation of academics (however you define that) different from their predecessors is that the current stresses are so great, and the constraints that being an academic places on your life are so, well, constraining, that junior faculty now go into tenure track jobs having spent a lot of time questioning whether this is what they really want to do. You can't decide where you want to live; you just have to be grateful if you end up employed in a location that you don't hate. To get hired, you may have to have produced as much as your senior colleagues produced to get tenure. You frequently make crap money and work crap hours. You frequently feel like a fraud. And if, like many people, you married a grad school compatriot, your chances of working and living in the same place are terrible.

So, is it suprising that many Ph.D.s say, Forget it, I don't want this? No, not really. What gets me, though, is how oblivious many of my more senior colleagues are to this phenomenon. So people running someplace like Rural Utopia doesn't quite get the fact that faculty spouses really are an important issue. And that many many current junior faculty are critical enough of this profession (because of the spousal issue, among other things) that they are willing to leave it. Yes, in the humanities especially, there will always be a ready supply of replacements, but regular turnover is not a good thing for a school (except, I suppose, its bottom line, since it means you always have cheap faculty).

So, I've wandered a little from the personal, I guess, and fallen into a rant. Clearly time for bed.

Wow, someone knows who I am

Hey, I just got asked to contribute to something! It's just an encyclopedia, nothing that counts as real scholarship, and while a nice little flourish for the professional service section of my c.v., nothing that's going to win me tenure either. In fact, the editors probably asked me partly because they knew I was junior enough not to feel able to turn anything down (and if so, they're right!). Nonetheless, I'm still fairly pleased that the editors (who are pretty cool people in the field) came up with my name in regards to this topic, so I'm feeling pretty good.

I have to laugh, though - the honorarium section states that on publication, each contributor will receive $50 for every 1000 words. I get 750 words. Why even bother to pay anything? Because, you know, I was going to turn them down, but when I realized that I'd get $37.50, well! That's a whole different ballgame!