The other day I found myself driving the same route that I took to campus everyday when I was teaching during my first year in this city. I noted that it was my teaching route, because it just happens that I rarely drive that route any more, since we've moved from the apartment we lived in then, and I never need to go to that campus. But it didn't feel like my teaching route. It didn't feel like anything -- it was just a street, like all the other streets in this city. It held no particular meaning. Intellectually, I thought, Oh, yeah, this is how I used to go to school; but emotionally, it didn't mean anything. It felt like something I used to do a very long time ago, that doesn't matter to me at all now.
And this is where it's possible I protest too much, but how I feel about leaving academia has come up with a friend of mine struggling through being denied tenure, who's therefore on the market this year and very very anxious about what will happen if she doesn't find another academic job. In one of our conversations, for some reason it occurred to me to tell her, "I don't miss academia, you know. Not one iota." She's come back to that a few times in subsequent conversations: "You don't miss it, right? You don't miss it at all?"
No. I don't miss it at all.
It's also come up in a listserv I belong to (I know, a listserv -- how quaint, right? How 1990s? Still, it's a good community), where the conversation among people with Ph.D.s leaving academia has turned to the psychological toll of leaving (especially for those people who feel forced out, but even for those who choose of their own volition to do something else). The despair and anguish and self-loathing among those who are un- or underemployed, who are broke, who feel that they have no transferable skills, that having a Ph.D. is hindrance more than an asset, and that they have wasted years and years of their lives, is heartbreaking. But it's all the more striking to me that largely, I have escaped such misery.
(Pause while I knock on wood.)
Yes, it was hard to leave academia. It was very very painful to get terminated at my third-year review, and it was depressing not to generate any interest at all in my job applications the following year. But in hindsight, I think I was much unhappier the first year of working at Former College, than I was to leave academia behind.
Neither of these things -- not being anguished to leave academia, and not missing it now -- are because I have some magical key to happiness and serenity that others lack the enlightenment to discover. On the contrary, there are a lot of material reasons why I have escaped some of the misery and self-blame and doubt. First, leaving academia meant I got to live with NLLDH again, which made me a happier person regardless of what was going on with my career. Second, being married to someone who had (has) a good job tempered a lot of the panic that goes with un- or underemployment. While money (or lack thereof, and the debt that ensues) has definitely been a tension between us, I still have a support system that my non-tenured friend, for instance, who is single, lacks. (That support system has shaped/limited my job choices in other ways, of course, but I'm nonetheless immensely grateful for it.)
Finally, in going to law school I have also chosen a path where the skills I developed in academia have been an asset, which helps me avoid feeling like the time I spent on the Ph.D. was a waste. I'm not going to claim that having a Ph.D. makes me a better student than anyone else, because it doesn't (and my grades reflect this. Though I did find out recently that one of my study partners from last year is ranked #1 in our class, so hey! at least I have the sense to study with smart people!). But having a Ph.D. definitely makes me a better student than I would have been if I'd gone to law school straight out of undergrad, and having work experience -- even in so strange a world as academia -- makes me better able to manage my time and to act like a professional. Employers' reactions to my background have been mixed: some employers clearly like the blank slate of the freshly graduated, law school savants who've never held a full-time job but who are in the top 10% of the class. But others find the Ph.D. intriguing and the fact that I've published stuff before ridiculously impressive.
Mind you, this is not to say that going to law school is the former academic's salvation. I don't think going to law school would help my friend at all, because she went into academia for the teaching, and wants, even if she doesn't get another faculty job, to get work that remains connected to teaching in some way (student affairs, teaching/learning center, that kind of thing). Me, I went into academia for the research and writing, which are hugely important in law school/practice, so it's a much better match. And funnily enough, I find that I'd much rather continue researching and writing on completely new topics, than maintain any non-academic connection with medieval studies. But that's just me, not everyone.
And even for me, law may yet turn out to be a bad choice. So far, I've been rewarded for my past experience more than not, and have succeeded at getting student jobs, which largely consist of volunteering and so hey! why not have a Ph.D. work for you for free for a semester? But who knows how this will translate when I'm looking for something permanent. Especially since large sectors of the legal profession have been thrown into a tailspin by the recent recession, with dire warnings that law will never be the same and that my graduating class will suffer the most. (I feel like the Typhoid Mary of professions: I enter grad school, and it rapidly becomes clear that the Bowen Report's claim that there will be a shortage of professors is utter bunk; I enter law school, and all the law blogs start declaiming the end of the legal profession as we know it. Good times.) I don't even know for sure yet if liking law school means I will like the practice of law.
More importantly, I'm taking on a big chunk of debt (though not nearly as big as some do), plus going back to school for three years, which many Ph.D.s either do not want to or cannot do. And then, of course, there's the fact that lots and lots of people would be MISERABLE going into law, so I'm not at all suggesting that because going to law school has worked as a transition for me, it would help everyone. (Brief digression: That's what kind of kills me about some of the naysayers about law school. As the legal profession has suffered recently, there are lots of people on the web saying, DON'T GO TO LAW SCHOOL! JUST DON'T DO IT!, etc. etc. And for some reason a ton of them keep suggesting that people should go to nursing school instead, because there will always be a demand for nurses and you'll make decent money. And I always want to respond: But what on earth makes you think I WANT to be a nurse? What the hell overlap is there between lawyerly skills/interests and nursing ones? What on earth similarity is there between those two professions? I mean, there is, in that both professions require intelligence, analytical skill, and in a lot of cases, the ability to deal with people/clients who have some kind of problem. But I'd suggest that day-to-day experiences of a nurse and a lawyer are pretty different!)
So, no, law school is not THE answer. But it is, for me, AN answer, at least at the moment, and it has had the benefit of removing me completely from my former profession and immersing me in a new one. I really really admire former academics who carve out new and exciting careers for themselves, creating their own niches where their interests and abilities intersect with the non-academic world. But I've never thought I would be able to do that, and am willing to take on the debt to have someone/something else provide the structure of training me into a new career.
So, no: I don't miss academia at all. It feels long ago and far away, and I'm amazed sometimes to remember that I used to stand up in front of a room full of people every day and try to guide them on a journey through the past. I had to write on the board once last semester, and a really visceral, muscle-based memory hit me: I used to do this all the time. But there's no emotional punch to such a memory -- just a little faded nostalgia, along with a sense of wonder: Really? I did that? Not because I wonder that I could; just why I would do so in the first place.


