The Chronicle of Higher Education
November 18th, 2014
Senior faculty. It sounds like an honorific. It isn’t. It’s more a
sort of stigmata. Being called “senior faculty” stigmatizes you. I’m
called “senior faculty” quite a lot.
I have been teaching journalism for 33 years, 29 at the same college.
My career in academe, begun with innocent hopes and fearsome ambitions,
is nearing its obvious end. I expect to be bid farewell in the style to
which I have been made accustomed. Notable work anniversaries—10, 15,
20, 25 years—all passed unacknowledged by my institution.
Are there benefits to being senior faculty? Of course, there are. The
exhausting struggle for tenure, and later for promotions, are far
behind me. I can remember feeling anxious and driven all the time. Now I
just feel anxious occasionally.
Although not about teaching. No. Never about teaching.