So, I was upset at yet another demand on my time not shared by others and called my Chair out on it. That didn’t go great. Unfortunately, I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to make any kind of cogent argument and ranted on various issues. He’s not the vindictive type, but I suppose I’ll lay low for a while. It’s not like he can take away resources I don’t have. Tip for any administrators who may be reading: overburden your highest performing faculty member of the past [many] years and say it’s a sign of respect. Ah well, what am I going to do, not sign my contract for next year?
As we rapidly plow through the semester, the awards are starting to come out of their boxes. One of my students won one of those “female” awards and it’s all my fault. Continue reading
(This is one of those posts that I can’t guarantee describes up-to-date events or the specific person involved, but all of this is true.) Continue reading
When I wrote this in my previous post:
After all, 6 times as many people who grow up in the top quartile by household income in the U.S. graduate from college as compared to those of us who are [sic; should have been “were”]
bottom feedersin the bottom quartile.
I had been looking at data from the 1979-1982 birth cohort in the National Longitudinal Study of Youth from a couple years ago that indicated that 54% of children growing up in the top quartile of family income had graduated from college as opposed to 9% in the bottom quartile. Considerably later than my birth cohort, but more appropriate for recent trends. In any case, six times nine is fifty-four. Except that the true number may be even worse! Right on the cover of this just released report from those commies at the Pell Institute, they quote numbers of 73% and 8%! (The 2013 numbers they quote later in the report are actually 77% and 9%; I think the cover figure is for 2012.) Either way, it’s about a factor of 9. Although my institution skews to the high side of the income spectrum, at least I don’t see very many overprivileged rich snots – outside of the professorate anyway.
…a fuck up. (At least I left the profanity out of the title. I found this one in my drafts folder from several months ago, so I decided I might as well post it.)
One of the problems with growing up poor and with relatively few opportunities is that you really can’t fuck up anywhere along the line. If I ever have the guts, I’m going to post a more TMI description of my childhood, but the reasons I was able to go to college were: