Alice and Colin
Every day I wake up and think how bizarre it is that I am not teaching at a university. I feel like Alice–I’ve entered an alternative reality that makes no sense.
Every day I wake up and think how bizarre it is that I am not teaching at a university. I feel like Alice–I’ve entered an alternative reality that makes no sense.
There is the obvious matter of not having any students to worry about, no classes to give, no letters of recommendation to write, no faculty meetings to attend, and so on. But what makes it really odd is having no university affiliation–which I had had for forty years previously. When I write things I have no institution to acknowledge, no place where I am, no affiliation. It isn’t that this is unpleasant; it just feels very strange. It feels like some sort of weird mistake.