Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Crock of shit?...Anyone? Anyone?
I went to do my degree plan today since I'm starting thesis hours and shit in the fall. Had to fill out some stuff, talk to The Man about the master's exam, etc. I took my thesis advisor because this is the first thesis she's directed--we both need the info. So, we're sitting, we're chatting with The Man and get the paperwork done, he gives me some copies of red tapey shit, blah blah. So we get to the part where he asks what my plans are after graduating. I tell him I'm applying to Ill State, U of Florida, yadda blah blah. I make sure to throw in that I need to go AWAY to a bigger university in order to be able to teach at a shit-sized one like the one I attend. He knows this. He's The Man for Jehovah's sake. So after I finish telling him where I want to go he.....get ready....slumps back in his chair, hands crossed across old man belly and ROLLS HIS EYES. Why? Because he can be a selfish old shit and wants everyone to stay at our shit stain to help boost the grad programs.
THEN, he goes on to get two solid digs in on children's/adolescent literature (my field) because he's old school and thinks it's not a real field.
Awesome. Fabulous. I love academic politicking.
Damn The Man.