Hello to All That


An academic career never seemed a possibility for me until I was in my fifties. Unlike most who end up teaching in colleges and universities, I was never a star student. Nor did I show signs of creative genius. I had little direction in my life, drifting in and out of jobs over the years after college, never thinking much about the future. I even went to graduate school on something of a whim, certainly not to establish a profession. By the time I turned 50, I had ‘experienced’ about that many jobs and had moved almost as often.

Two things, today, lead me to want to stay with my current profession, both of them consistent throughout my life (even when not much else was): love of teaching and love of writing. Most of my time is now split between the two, though “service,” that necessary evil, encroaches on both…

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