The Chronicle of Higher Education
September 1st, 2015
Get a master’s degree.
Try to be anything else. A writer for any local magazine. The
assistant manager at a nonprofit. A grocery-store florist. Dog walker.
Cat behavior specialist. Wizard.
Tell your mom you can’t find a job. She tells you that’s impossible
because you are the most educated person in your family. You don’t talk
to her about this anymore.
You remember one of your community-college professors told you that
you’d make a good college professor. You decide to give it a shot. You
email that same professor, and he refers you to an administrator who, he
explains, oversees almost every department at this community college.
That isn’t outrageous yet. It will be, someday.
Teach composition courses even though you have absolutely no desire
to teach composition and no training in composition. Tell the
administration that. Every semester ask the department chair if you can
teach something else. Don’t even get formally turned down; just ignored.
Keep teaching composition.