May 16, 2013, 2:48 pm
After meeting with all of my faculty, and hanging out with faculty and academic administrators for the last 15 years (or 25, if we count the time I was in grad school), I find myself reflecting on how embattled the academic denizens seem to be. There are a lot of victims running around the hallowed halls of academe.
What is interesting, though, is that we don’t root our problems in some of the real culprits: legislators who don’t believe in higher education and want to consistently cut funding to state institutions; anti-higher ed folks in the larger community who mock academics and suggest that degrees are a waste of time; a culture that focuses more on testing than on knowledge and critical thinking… No, we tend to feel embattled by one another.
And while there are situations that rise to the level of something serious–assault, threat, harassment, etc., most people’s…
May 1, 2013, 7:26 pm
Since spring is a time for resurrections, or so my Christian friends tell me, I thought I would come back to the bloggy world after almost a year’s absence. If you can’t tell, my administrative position has represented an incredibly difficult and time-consuming shift. I used to try to blog once a week, but I had trouble finding the time to do that in my new job. I have also struggled with not using this blog as a place to discuss work-related issues, because that would be unfair to the people I supervise and the students who are part of the program I oversee. How Matt Reed, aka Dean Dad, does it, I will never know. All I can fathom is that he is far more skilled, has more years of experience in administration, and follows a routine better than I could ever hope to do.
I have learned so many things that you hear about in leadership trainings, but that mean little until the rubber meets…
January 15, 2013, 7:31 pm
Like my friend, Tenured Radical, and millions of other folks, I spent part of my time this weekend watching the Golden Globe awards. While I skipped the red carpet, as that kind of “Who are you wearing? How does it feel to be nominated?” drivel doesn’t interest me, I wanted to learn about the television shows and movies I have missed, due to the craziness of my still relatively new role as an academic administrator. I wasn’t disappointed, as there were many movies and television shows that I had never seen, and a few that were completely off my radar. Some of the actors who were nominated for awards were people I had only heard of in passing (such as the funny and tattooed Lena Dunham who is apparently on a highly regarded show, “Girls”), whereas others I recall from movies or television shows long ago (I fondly remember Claire Danes from “My so-called life,” but have never seen her…
January 3, 2013, 9:04 am
Since the time I started my job as an administrator, I have had more than my fair share of conversations with the university counsel. Along with the wonderful folks in Human Resources, the folks in the University Counsel’s office have helped to address all kinds of unexpected issues that arise in my new administrative life.
My experience with university legal counsel has been complicated, dating back to my time as a graduate student. In those days, I was upset about some programmatic decision the administrators in my program were trying to implement–one that I felt amounted to exploitation of the graduate students. I had heard that the university had a legal clinic that helped students with their legal concerns. Of course, I didn’t understand that the law school’s legal clinic was more interested in helping students deal with their landlords, and, more importantly, that the…
November 24, 2012, 3:45 pm
I am at home this weekend grading papers, and as always, I see practices that remind me of myself as a clueless undergraduate. One student handed in a paper with the top left corner folded over, because she couldn’t seem to find a stapler or a paper clip. I cannot tell you how many times I did that… though it is hard to imagine doing that now.
Another student misunderstands academic writing culture and gives me a reflective paper full of “this writer believes” and ten-dollar words that obscure rather than illuminate the concepts he wants to discuss. I remember thinking that academic writing had to be complicated, and that using long sentences, preferably with a semi-colon or colon thrown in, would yield a higher grade. Good teachers and papers full of red ink helped me curb that practice.
The point, though, is that I understand where my students are coming from, especially the…
October 9, 2012, 4:51 pm
Idyllic stock pond
Stocked ponds have always been a strange phenomenon from my perspective. If you have enough money and land, you can dig yourself a pond and then hire someone to dump fish in it for you to catch at some later time. So, someone already caught the fish, or perhaps raised the fish in a fishery, and they are now delivering them to you so you can try to catch them yourself. It is like hunting, but they bring the game to your neighborhood. Perhaps I am more likely to be critical of the practice, though, due to my own squeamishness about baiting the hook–or the disgusting sound of tearing the hook out of the fish’s flesh. Truthfully, I am not one to see the innate lure of fishing (pun intended), even if it is in one’s backyard.
Hiring in academe, though, especially from the perspective of the…
September 3, 2012, 10:16 am
Note: Your fair blogger is reading one of the Parasol Protectorate novels, and she has been bitten by the Victorian bug of manners and etiquette. Hence, I shall be channeling this post via Ms. Tarabotti, who is somewhat repulsed by the washroom behaviors of the modern academic female. (The pictures, though, are the product of LesboProf herself.) That said, if the readers’ own sensibilities are offended by the topic, please feel free to ignore this particular blog entry and move on to another.**
The worst thing about my new position is the loss of a private washroom. (Yes, I know that we Americans call it a bathroom, but washroom seems so much more civilized, doesn’t it? Bless the Canadians and their quaint ways.) Whereas few academics have private washrooms, most academic buildings these days have some single-stall restrooms scattered throughout the building. Those single stalls serve…
August 10, 2012, 12:16 pm
I read the Chronicle essay by “Edwina Martin” with a sense of recognition and sadness. A friend that Martin trusted secretly applied for the full-time position where Martin was currently serving in a one-year role. Both women actively discussed their search processes, though the friend didn’t reveal her plan to apply, and Martin’s friend pumped her for information about the institution, the students, the department, etc. Of course, the friend ultimately got the job. It was a very unfortunate situation, and Edwina notes that they aren’t friends any longer. She concludes her essay endorsing silence and cynicism:
In the end, I will simply chalk it up to a live-and-learn experience. If I had to do it all over again, I would have kept my mouth shut and said nothing to anyone about the position. I wouldn’t have been so blindly trusting and naive either.
There are so many problems with this…
May 31, 2012, 10:43 am
The end of the year means one thing to everyone in academe: evaluation. Students are turning in papers, completing final exams, and doing presentations for assessment by their instructors. Faculty face two different kinds of evaluations: student evaluations and annual performance evaluations by their department chairs and/or Deans. While I have evaluated students for more than a decade, this year marks my first time evaluating faculty performance.
Like all the other firsts I have faced this year, I talked to peers with more experience, reviewed books about administration and faculty assessment, examined my own yearly evaluations from my prior schools, and looked through faculty files to see examples of written evaluations from the former department chair.
There are two parts to the evaluation process: the formal written document and the conversation between the faculty member and…
May 16, 2012, 4:28 pm
Since I began the new administrative position this past summer, I have had reason to be in the company of several wealthy donors to my university. Whether these interactions are based upon stilted introductions from the Development Office staff, conversations at university receptions, or friendly dinners in town, they make me nervous. I try to put on a good show, being friendly, asking questions, and telling them about my program, but I always feel like I am a little out of step somehow.
As a first generation college student who grew up in a working class neighborhood, it is not a situation for which my life experience prepared me. The only rich person I knew growing up was my dad’s boss. They had a huge house where they hosted parties on July 4th, and their in-ground swimming pool and large wooded lot were amazing to me. We all had to be on our best behavior at the boss’ house,…