Where this blog(ger) has gone…

March 16, 2016 at 8:18 pm (Uncategorized)

This blog isn’t being updated anymore. It was always “about” academia more generally even though it was often also about student veterans or medieval poems. Since I left academia last year (and, sadly, abandoned my dissertation and PhD completion due to issues I have no way to resolve in the foreseeable future), there’s nothing left to say here.

That all of this came shortly on the heels of my getting a coauthored article published in Studies in Philology — a major career goal than I managed early on without actually being able to manage having the career — this is all especially bitter for me still, and I have not recovered. In fact, I am still really not okay, psychically/emotionally or financially. The grief has been tremendous.

But after two years of 70+ hour workweeks teaching mostly freshman comp, so a crippling grading load, and a final semester during which I had to call campus security to remove a hostile and aggressive student from my classroom, I had to admit that this non-tenure-track, contingent, contract teaching job I was so incredibly lucky to get was *actually killing me.*

And as I’ve discussed several times on this blog, adjuncting is simply not a possibility for me, and I cannot afford to stay on the job market *and* stay viable as a candidate.

So that’s it for me. I’m no longer an academic. I don’t know what I *am* instead yet, and that is a big part of the problem, but there’s the short-to-medium version of what became of this blog and this blogger.

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In Defense of Talking Funny

March 15, 2014 at 6:09 am (Uncategorized)

For future reference, as I work on incorporating more HEL elements into my lit survey class

harm·less drudg·ery

[Ed. note: Five months! I know. My (very poor) excuse is that I was working on another big project that I can’t tell you about yet. In the meantime, here’s an extra-long post to pay you back for the extra-long wait.]

I was talking with a friend–well, a “friend”–about some of the videos we were about to shoot for M-W. We were at a crowded, chichi restaurant, the type of place where the waiters pull your chair out for you and ask if you want sparkling, still, or mineral water. In short, a place far above my usual grab-and-go, paper-napkins milieu. A place where it behooves you to not only look smart, but sound smart. A place where you’d use the word “behoove.”

So I was behooving, using some expansive vocabulary and trying not to think about how I was paying $12 for a glass of wine when…

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Working Class Guilt in the Academy (and other gristly bits to gnaw on)

January 30, 2014 at 1:40 am (Uncategorized)

I am still employed and have been consulted about my schedule for next fall, so even though there is  no guarantee that my only-ever-yearly contract will be renewed, and even though the statistics on my classes’ performances last semester were *my worst ever,* despite my having taught one of these classes for almost ten years now, it seems that nobody is pushing to have my contract *not* renewed. Last semester was among the worst of my life, and I’ve said that several times over the last few years. There are reasons for this that are more personal than professional, though larger questions about life path and trajectory and goals and inertia and a lack of upward mobility all fed into that, along with the plain old pedestrian pressures of moving, starting a new job, and raising a teenager. But so far, as I’d hoped, this semester is indeed a lot more manageable, and this past week has been the first week since August that I have been able to even look at anything related to my dissertation. For all of this, I am deeply grateful.

But I’m also conflicted. I’m so grateful to have a teaching job that, ostensibly, pays enough to live on, to be working for a university that is making some small steps away from the wholesale and rampant abuse of adjuncts. I am grateful that I am not an adjunct, because if that had been my only option, I’d have had no choice but to bid farewell to academia. As a single parent and sole provider who has amassed an incredible amount of debt in grad school, I simply *cannot* adjunct. I can’t. I would have no choice but to find a full time job outside academia, the quicker the better. And I would be grieving — deeply.

And I am grateful for this job even though, given that debt, I don’t actually make enough to live on  — and I’m not even paying all my bills. I can’t afford to, and I am watching my credit explode like a slow motion drone striking an oil refinery. (In fact, the financial situation has been such that I had to take a leave of absence from my PhD program this semester because I could not afford to pay the fairly modest tuition charges that ABD students are billed for.) But compared to our adjuncts, I’m sitting pretty despite my still living paycheck to paycheck and not making any progress at all on getting out of debt, because at least I can eat and pay the gas bill.

But I share a hallway with adjuncts housed six to an office, sharing three desks, and I know full well that the only difference between them and me is luck. In fact, I got this job because a member of my MA cohort who is currently adjuncting gave me a heads up about it. We both applied. I got hired. I feel *incredibly bad and conflicted* about this fact. I don’t really need to say anything beyond the personal about this, since the impact — on TT faculty, on contingent faculty, on departments, on institutions, and on students and their educations — of contingent faculty being “the New Faculty Majority” has been articulated so many times by so many articulate people already. More on this later, in another post (hopefully after I’ve checked in with the emerging campus adjunct group to find out what is going on around here).

In the meanwhile, I’m dusting off an old piece I started back in 2009 and that still rings true today even though I now have actually had non-freshmen in my classes (including two actual English majors last semester, for the first time ever in a decade of teaching — thank God for Brit Lit I). I’m going to see what it looks like again now, a few years later, and figure out what I want to do with it, if anything; it may be that the adjunct issue + freshmen comp grading just takes up too much of my cognitive real estate these days for me to even worry about some of this stuff. But maybe it’s all related, after all.


Stealing Time

I am perhaps too cynical in wondering, in response to these recurring questions about “the crisis of the humanities”
and “what do we tell our students about majoring in the humanities” etc., just how much of a chance I even stand to ever be in a position to answer them.   And in this I find a surprising similarity between myself and some of my non-major students, those who clearly resent the liberal arts curriculum that requires their presence in the English classroom.  I find myself wondering about the use or practicality of graduate students answering the “why major in English” question when time and resources are finite, and when we are feeling the increasing apprehension of a dismal job market and the pall that pundits have cast over the future of humanities in general.  I’m aware of the sacrifice of time invested in articulating such a thing when in fact the real difference between whether or not we get a job teaching English majors may depend on luck, or an article we did or did not publish that we could be working on right now instead of grading or sleeping or finishing our dissertations, or on where we stand with regard to larger trends within our various subdisciplines.  The question of majoring in the humanities in general, or English literature in particular, has some parallel to our situation as graduate students.  We may scoff at the mindset that asks “what job will taking this class get me,” but we may be asking ourselves the same question as we face uncertain futures at this stage in what is on one level our vocational training.  So I’m hesitant to scoff too long or too loudly, having more empathy at this point in my life than I’ve ever had before for the student who grumbles, “why do I need this stuff, anyway?”

I’ve really only got significant experience teaching freshmen, with the occasional procrastinating sophomore and guest lecture spot thrown in for good measure, so I have no experience with having to field such a question about undergraduate majors from a student.  I have fielded questions from students about the concept of a major in general, about core curriculum and general education requirements, and most often my response has involved encouraging students towards delaying such a choice, or being willing to change it or at least willing to question it.  Ï’ve told them that if they are changing their minds as a result of their first semesters in college, then they’re doing it right.  I’ve probably encouraged my students not to be in a hurry to choose a major more often than I’ve tried to lure any of them over into English.   I have encouraged students to sample courses and departments, to take this time offered to them to do something they may have few opportunities to do later: to enjoy themselves intellectually, to wallow in complications and complexity, to read things and do things and think about things that have absolutely nothing to do with one’s future career at all (on the face of it).   Alonso refers to the common complaint “that we are professionalizing our students too early” (403), but in fact our students are professionalizing themselves, urged and even compelled by various non-professorial influences to “make the most of themselves,” to “develop their potential,” and, far too often, to consider the question of success in the narrowest and most starkly fiscal terms possible.  And in this too I empathize, with six-figure student loan debt, a teenager to feed, in my 40s with empty retirement and savings accounts.   The passionate love affairs that Hadda invokes are well and truly good things, but for many, such a yoking of vocation and passion remains an elusive desideratum; certainly I share her sentiments or I wouldn’t have lasted this long, but an abiding and almost religious commitment to the study of literature will not, after all, feed the kids or pay the mortgage.

For some of the students in our futures, these are painfully real considerations, and appealing to notions of mystical love with no sensitivity to the pressures and problems facing them as a result of these choices seems unconscionable.  Having already begun and ended several careers before I began PhD work, I am quick to bridle at pedagogical rationales that invoke the mystical, such as Hadda’s equation of “the realm of literature” with “the realm of the soul” (500).  I do in fact happen to personally believe this, and I might in fact engage such an articulation in some contexts, but I would not proffer it as an answer in all rhetorical contexts, to be sure.  I remain a devout believer in the humanities, but I think the invocation of love, well-meaning as it may be, risks being naïve at best, patronizing and alienating in some cases, and, when couple with bald lies about prospects on the job market, downright unethical.

So in a way, I see the question of “why major in literature? what do we tell our students?” as the least of my concerns right now.  The effort I make toward answering it, fully aware of a certain responsibility to engage it lest English departments become nothing but places to house adjuncts teaching composition and technical writing, I make fully aware of the fact that the question is inseparable from the larger question of “why liberal arts?”  But given the rhetorical and political contexts, I am also aware of the danger which Richmond-Garza points out, that if we do not defend literature as literature, it will cease to be in all places where budgets are not permitting “after writing and analytic reasoning have been addressed” (507).  The bottom line on a bad day, though, is that I feel pretty far away from certain that I will ever be asked such a question by a potential major, and I am losing confidence in the value of answers that do not clearly and carefully take the realities of the changing face of our future student populations into account.

This is perhaps a long and slightly weary way of saying that any answer to such questions must in each instance consider audience, purpose, and genre. It may be regrettable, but it is nevertheless true, that for many students, a literature major is an indulgence, perhaps even a sacrifice.  We owe it to these students to be honest with them about the comparative sacrifices, and we owe it to them to do our best to articulate the less tangible but very real benefits as well, even though these benefits do not make good bar graphs or PowerPoint slides.

Nevertheless, even in a required freshman composition class populated by non-humanities majors at a large state university, the genuine, seeking, pressing questions they’ve asked of me have had more to do with larger questions of living than with anything else, certainly anything career-specific.  Out of an admittedly small sample size of about 600 students who have occupied my classroom for a semester since I began teaching college, perhaps only three have spoken to me about majoring in English.  But on the occasions when they do check in, they often want to ask me things about being on the other side of the college degree, regardless of major.  They ask if I knew what I would major in when I was a freshman (I did). They ask if I always wanted to be a teacher (no).  They want to know if I ever dropped a class (yes), or got a bad grade (yes), and they want to know if I ever met literature I didn’t like and how I handled that (and are often amused and even gratified to hear that I dropped American Lit as an undergrad.  Twice).  They ask us questions as reasonably approachable adults; they ask us questions as representatives of the academy.  They ask us questions as ostensible specialists in everything (because of course we know when the library in Alexandria burned – we’re professors).  But they also ask us questions simply as human beings with other, perhaps broader and more knowledgeable, perspectives, and the ability to bridge experiences, relate, and make connections.  They ask us questions as human beings who study the humanities.

These anecdotes suggest to me – if only in retrospect, given the leisure of reflecting on them – that some of the very same students who are professionalizing themselves are also inquiring beyond the realm of the practical despite having packed for college with the practical on top.  Some of them, like the student who resents having to read boring old Beowulf, will simply go through the motions.  It’s sometimes all we can do, perhaps, to simply be ready for that spark, and be grateful for it when it happens, and do our best to encourage its growth, regardless of the final form that growth takes in the student.  Pope urges us to consider “how to make a stronger case for majoring in literature beyond the advantages for the practical student” (504).

But I imagine that we also have to be attentive to the subtext behind the student’s question, to the values, attitudes, and beliefs implicit in the rhetorical context.  Some may in fact be pondering the feasibility or ethics of compromise, negotiating the facts of their financial dependence on their parents or the student loan people with their desire to spend a little more time in the literature or art classroom before they graduate and lose that opportunity.  Some may be looking for help in articulating why impractical thinking is beginning to feel more important to them than statistics or chemistry.  Few, I expect, need to be tutored on how and why to love literature if they are already circling the question of a humanities major in our hearing. The extent to which we can read the question’s subtext and be sensitive to what’s at stake is the extent to which our answer will really answer them.

Pope invokes Socrates in the Theaetetus, noting that philosophers had leisure time to make their conversations as short or long as they needed, in contrast to the orators (more accurately lawyers), engaged in a paid profession and, in Pope’s citation, “hurried on by the clock” (in Pope 505).  But one of the meanings, or morals, here, emerges from Plato’s specific language; the Greek in question is not our clock but the clepsydra, a sort of water-clock, its name derived from the Greek kleptein (to steal) + hudor (water).  The clepsydra is the water-thief.  The clock of employment is the thief of time.  The employed speaker is at the mercy of the water-thief, but the student (philosopher, child of leisure) makes time, or takes time, borrows or even steals time, to follow (apparent and possibly useless) digressions.  The passage immediately following, which Pope does not quote, he yet might have in order to illustrate what remains one of the most valuable things about training in critical thinking and careful reading: Theodorus responds to Socrates that “the argument is our servant, not our master” (132).  The full weight of Plato’s means for arriving at this set of figures and the suggestive, embedded reading emerging from my thinking about the clepsydra is precisely the sort of thing that specializing in literature and its modes of thinking and analysis offers, and it is precisely why I keep doing this work and why I believe in teaching it – not to uncover The Definitive Reading, but to show students how (and hopefully why) to immerse themselves in a text, to take or borrow or even steal the time to do such luxurious reading.

I’m aware of several deadlines myself at the moment, some of which make a digression into the Theaetetus feel a bit self-indulgent, perhaps even irresponsible right now.  Probably my inner teacher, who has more experience teaching at state schools than at places like my PhD institution, would be better appeased by my addressing  statistics that show us that “socio-economic status is more powerful than academic ability in determining who goes to college and who eventually achieves a baccalaureate degree” (Lingenfelter 4).  Time spent rereading the Theaetetus feels rebellious or irresponsible, not germane to the matter at hand… feels like stolen time, time purloined from other, more practical endeavors jostling for position and attention on my to-do list.

And it is this, more than anything else, and more than any specific argument for a specific discipline, that I feel I could legitimately and responsibly recommend to my students right now when they ask the sort of questions they ask: steal the time now, while you can, because if your life has been anything like mine has been, and like it is statistically likely to shape up to be post-grad-school, it may be the only chance you get to luxuriate in the impractical and enriching before stealing the time to do such things equates to actually stealing bread out of your own children’s mouths. (For some of my students, it’s too late; they are already gambling their financial health and children’s stability by spending so much time in college paying to learn rather than bringing in income. For them, such mystical rhapsodies as Hadda’s are simply insulting.)  But as our training makes us so keenly aware, such an answer must always take the rhetorical context into account, must consider audience, purpose, and genre before giving an answer.  Bell argues that our responses must go in “two directions: an argument against the impoverishment of language and an argument in favor of the richness of the literary text as a locus for playing with and testing knowledge” (488).

I imagine that our responses must go in more directions than that, depending on our audiences.  To a student in an upper-level literature classroom, the pleasures of the text do not have to be sold; the seminar can be a retracing and deepening and expansion of familiar territory, acquired skills that can be honed.  To the policy maker and distributor of funding, I might invoke the clear failure of testing-based curricula to produce high school graduates capable of critical thinking, reading, and writing.  To the anxious parent, I might offer deNaples argument for the reality of career change and lifelong learning (498), and the role of literary studies in teaching students to “make connections” and to “reason rigorously across and between the disciplines” (498).  To the freshman literature student, I might emphasize that “I hate Beowulf” can be a perfectly valid starting place from which to develop a reasoned response, if said student is willing to identify and think about what produces those feelings of impatience, alterity, boredom, frustration, mistrust, and unrewarded or insufficiently rewarded labor.   To a job search committee, I might offer the same sort of answer I give when asked to defend my existence as a medievalist: Beowulf and Grendel are still talking to us in films, and Malory is still talking to us in gender studies, in children’s lit, in Walker Percy, in 21st century police procedural television shows.   Plato and Augustine and Alfred and Alcuin and Aquinas are still talking to us when a Congolese archbishop advises his parishioners, at risk for HIV infection, against condom usage in 2009. Future historians, economists, parents, social workers, citizens, and policymakers need to be able to trace, to appreciate, these things, and literary studies teach us to make the depth of these issues audible to an audience larger than the classroom, or the twelve Anglo-Saxonists who might read our article.

And as to the question of why literature – versus philosophy, or sociology, or anthropology, or art – I might only be able to offer literature as a storehouse of human achievement, as a microcosm of experience, as a rich center from which to move towards any sorts of considerations of political, historical, social, artistic exploration.  In short, I might only be able to offer a rhetorically sensitive response that keeps the pragmatic in view without sacrificing the joys of the particular and the very “uselessness” of studying literature as a major or concentration.  We have to refer to literature at times in the universal, to invoke its democracy, at the same time that we have to make a case for needing training in its specialized ways, to enjoy a deeper appreciation for our humanity, and the time – perhaps taken, perhaps even stolen, from more ‘practical’ pursuits – to delve into the record of humanity that our literatures record and interpret and its ways of thinking unique to the discipline.


Works Cited

Alonso, Carlos.  “Editor’s Column: My Professional Advice (to Graduate Students),” PMLA 117.3 (2002),  401-406.

deNaples, Frederick.  “You Can Always Teach.”  PMLA 117.3 (2002),  496-498.

Hadda, Janet.  “Being In Love.”  PMLA 117.3 (2002), 498-500.

Lingenfelter, Paul.  “Probing Policy Resistance to Liberal Education: Why the Chasm? Can it Be Bridged? And Who Loses if We Miss?”  President’s Speeches, Articles, and Presentations.  State Higher Education Executive Officers.   23 Jan 2011.   <http://www.sheeo.org/about/paulpres/AACU%201-22-10%20Liberal%20education.pdf&gt;

Plato.  Theaetetus.  The Dialogues of Plato: Parmenides, Theaetetus, Sophist, Statesman, Philebus. Vol. IV.  Jowett, trans. and ed. New York: Oxford University Press, 1892.  107-280.  Print.

Pope, Randolph.  “Why Major in Literature–What Do We Tell Our Students?”  PMLA 117.3 (2002),   503-506.  Web.

Richmond-Garza, Elizabeth.  “Concentrating on and in Literature.”  PMLA 117.3 (2002), 506-509.  Web.



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Long time no post

September 15, 2013 at 7:25 am (Uncategorized)

In an incredibly short period of time, things changed drastically for me. I went from being severely underemployed and making no progress on my degree due to rent-paying activities (and seriously thinking this was the end of the road for me and academia) to being employed full time at an actual university, teaching. The upside is JOB! Paycheck! Benefits! Not having to grieve academia!

The downside is that as a non-TT instructor, I am *buried* in freshmen and in freshman comp papers (interspersed with occasional Brit Lit students’ quizzes) and it looks like this will be the status quo for the foreseeable future (assuming my contract gets renewed next year). So I’m still not making any progress on my degree. I’m also not getting any more sleep than I was in grad school. But I am holding out hope that next semester will be easier (no new preps and only two comp sections instead of three – that will make a huge difference, seriously). So I guess I’ll sleep in January!

Anyway, not complaining – no time to complain! – but so busy that I’m often a bit delirious. Still – delirious with a paycheck sure beats delirious and on the verge of starvation any day.

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InScribe goes live

January 21, 2013 at 9:11 pm (Uncategorized) ()

Dear all,
We are very pleased to announce that InScribe, our new online Palaeography tutorial is now live (and FREE). We have today released the introductory module to the course that will later this year include advanced pathways in areas such as Diplomatic and Codicology. Please see below for further info.  We would be most grateful if you could circulate this to postgraduate students, fellow scholars and members of the wider public that may have an interest in Medieval Palaeography.
Fran Alvarez
InScribe: Palaeography Learning materials, a new online training platform

InScribe is an online course for the study of Palaeography and Manuscript Studies developed by several of the institutes within the School of Advanced Study (including the Institute of Historical Research and Institute of English Studies), with support from Senate House Library and Exeter Cathedral Library & Archives. Devised by Prof Michelle Brown (IES) and Dr Jane Winters (IHR), InScribe aims to support the teaching of Palaeography and Manuscript Studies at a postgraduate level.
At present we are releasing the introductory module which introduces some basic notions about Palaeography and provides an overview of the evolution of script in the medieval period (with particular reference to the English context).  Similarly, it gives students the chance to transcribe text from a selection of newly digitised manuscripts from Senate House Library and Exeter Cathedral Library & Archives.  Later in the year, new modules will be released that will provide advanced training on Diplomatic, Script and Translation, Codicology and Illumination. The introductory module is free of charge.
To know more about InScribe click here (http://www.history.ac.uk/research-training/courses/online-palaeography).

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post-MLA update

January 9, 2013 at 2:31 pm (Uncategorized)

I had my first, and quite possibly my last, MLA interview this past weekend. Fortunately, I have an old Army friend who lives in Worcester who let me crash there, so I only had to deal with MLA for the duration of the interview proper, and said friend drove me into Boston from Worcester, talked me off the ledge a few times, waited in the hotel lobby during my interview (!), and bought me a Guinness when it was over. We hadn’t seen each other in 15 years, but that’s the military sibling-hood, if you will, for you – picked up right where we left off, despite 15 years and a few more pounds and wrinkles between us.  So really, I know nothing about the MLA experience that I didn’t know anecdotally, but having been to Kalamazoo, I doubt I am going to feel like I missed anything critical even if I found out I missed a great panel or something. That might be a blasphemous thing to say, I don’t know, but I have always preferred the smaller, regional conferences to the huge, insane ones. And I think it was good for my mental health that I didn’t spend the whole weekend with other academics, frankly. We were a lot younger when we saw each other every day, but there’s a sort of shorthand, besides a whole realm of experiences and shared vocabulary and references that couldn’t really be put into words if you tried. For people like wartime vets, only fiction tells the truth, I sometimes think.

I have no idea how the interview went. I didn’t understand some of the questions, and others were answered in black and white in my application, so I assume they wanted something beyond what I’d written but wasn’t always sure just what. I ended up misunderstanding at least one question quite seriously, and rambled on a bit about something totally unrelated to what they really wanted to know before they rephrased it. Academics don’t interview like non-academic people in charge of hiring do. I was trying to explain some of this to my friend, and only in explaining it did I realize myself that in a small department, it was totally possible that interviewing a new candidate was something a given professor did only once a decade or so. So it’s no wonder, I suppose. Of course all the questions I prepared for and practiced really didn’t come up, though at least very few came totally out of left field and left me stumbling (at least not any more than I usually stumble in an unfamiliar situation).

So, I hope I get the job, or I guess I hope I get to the next step of a campus interview, but I know better than to get my hopes up to the point where I’ll be crushed if I don’t.  As it is, unless something really drastic changes with my job/financial situation, I can’t see how I can conceivably afford to attend another MLA interview, especially not if I’m not lucky enough to have an old Army buddy living in the vicinity of the conference next time who can drastically reduce the cost of my attending through helping out with lodging and transportation. The bottom line is that I can’t afford to stay on the market for the amount of time it generally takes new PhDs to get a full time job, at least not unless I get a job that essentially means I don’t have time to do the other things that one needs to do to stay viable as a candidate in academia. It’s always a long shot, in the humanities, and I still believe it’s better to try than to sit around wondering “what if,” but socioeconomic status plays a huge role in this sort of thing far past the point of things like what university one attends. I’m a 40-year-old single mother. Optimism and energy only get one so far, and I think they’ve gotten me as far as they will. I have bills to pay and a kid in high school, and on bad days (of which there are increasingly more), OE deverbal adjectives and early medieval anthropology seem like luxuries. Hell, so do the liberal arts. And this extremely heavy debt I’ve incurred seems like a really bad idea.

But, as the conversations I had with my seatmates both to and from Boston remind me, giving up on academia would involve some pretty serious grieving on my part. I sat next to someone in romance languages on the way out, prepping a presentation on a work I didn’t know, and I sat next to someone reviewing an Old English textbook on my way back in, who works in historical linguistics (what are the odds, even on a flight out of the city hosting the MLA?). One other thing my conversations with my old Army buddy reminded me is that, while we have a certain shorthand, I also have a certain shorthand with friends and colleagues in academia, most especially in these dead languages and obscure homilies and poems I study. There are certainly conversations I would probably never have again if something doesn’t somehow miraculously work out with this job-in-academia thing. I would like very much to find a way to fill my belly without feeding on my soul. But everything is up in the air right now, and very little of it feels like it’s really in my control, so there’s nothing to do but keep trying to pay the bills and keep my head above water. (Actually finishing the dissertation ends up pretty low on the list of things to do, most weeks – it’s all Maslow’s hierarchy of needs around here, and a job I really don’t love that pays dirt is not helping the outlook much.)

But on that end, I suppose I should be aware that I have joined the leagues of plenty of folks in this day and age, and at least my power is still on.

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more Staffordshire Hoard!

December 20, 2012 at 3:25 am (Uncategorized) ()

Staffordshire Hoard: Gold fragments found in Hammerwich, from the BBC

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Veterans in the classroom, redux

December 13, 2012 at 12:42 am (Uncategorized) ()

This isn’t the easiest piece to get through due in part to its format. But it discusses quite a few issues that veterans returning to the classroom face, and I recommend it. It’s pitched mostly at admin but also has something for students and faculty.

Compound to Campus: Transitioning from the Military to Academia


Issues I can nod my head to in sympathy:

It can be really hard for a veteran coming back from active duty to feel comfortable in classroom situations organized around discussion and group projects. This is not, as the ignorant have sometimes assumed,[*] because veterans don’t know how to think for themselves, take initiative, or do anything without having a clear-cut set of directions in front of them or a set of direct orders.  It is because you are asking a 30+ year old sophomore who has been around the world and had some heavy responsibilities to consider 19-year-old classmates with comparatively little life experience as his or her peers. That’s not always a smooth adjustment.

Older returning students will understand some but not all of this. Older returning students will face some of the same prejudices and pressures: they have life and work experience, they are more mature, they have additional pressures and obligations related to family and career and finances, they will sometimes be mocked or looked down on (overtly or not) by other students, and they are sometimes assumed to be less intelligent. It can be difficult for an adult student facing serious problems at home or work to find the leftover energy to get deeply invested in a group powerpoint presentation or a discussion they see as abstract or self-indulgent or naive.  They will, at the same time, generally care a lot about the value of their education and their progress in class.  However, they are also fairly likely to speak up and voice their concerns to the professor, if only during office hours (though this is by no means true across the board, and adulthood is no guarantee that they will always voice these concerns constructively or in a way the professor or classmates appreciate).

Veteran students deal with all of this and more. The link outlines some of them; I’ve discussed others in other posts, and those are really only the tip of the iceberg. And every student is an individual — blanket statements fit veterans-as-a-group as poorly as they fit students-as-a-group. My first experience teaching a veteran student didn’t turn out so well, in fact; I can’t call it a teaching failure, exactly; the bottom line is that the student had other life priorities that were a lot more pressing than his intro-level English class for him at that time. He made a decision about his priorities and dropped the class. That happens, and sometimes it is for the best. Classes can be put off until later; children and spouses cannot.  But there were elements of his situation that were unique to his status as a veteran too, and there was not much institutional support for that kind of thing. It was a lot bigger than just one class. But it made me even more keenly aware of the issues veteran students were facing post-9/11.

Anyway, the linked article is worth a read as an intro to some of these issues.

[*] Yes, many people will assume that you as a veteran will not stack up to the other students in the intelligence department. The assumptions and resulting subtle but quite important dynamics are a source of stress, even when one is not able to quite put his or her finger on where that feeling or stress is coming from.

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Archaeologists unearth 1,300-year-old Anglo Saxon feasting hall in Kent

November 7, 2012 at 11:57 pm (Uncategorized)

Nice aerial view, though the article … well, I could have done without “upkeep” as a verb. I don’t know why that of all things bugs me when I’m not getting twitchy over “Beowulf-type activities,” but there you have it…

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job market funnies

October 31, 2012 at 2:15 am (Uncategorized)

This could be a real job ad, except that the Jutes and Picts left no love poetry:

“Notre Dame University is hiring an Assistant Professor of Medieval Studies. Fluency is required in at least seven of the following: Middle High German, Old Dutch, Old Norse, Middle Welsh, Cornish, Galician, Catalan, Occitan, Provençal, Anglo-Saxon, Old French, Frisian, and Gothick. Secondary specialties in Jutish or Pictish love poetry and steampunk fiction highly desirable. Teaching duties will be 4/4, seven of which are Beginning Latin for theology students.”

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