Hope you have a fun time in NJ. Jess and I have two crazy NJ neighbors upstairs that seem to have a domestic violence/yelling incident twice a week at least. They seem to be trying to like things, but it's not in their NJ nature. Apparently the male half of the unit upstairs is moving back to NJ. I sure hope so.
Actually grad school is not so bad for me. I have no guilt--no guilt--about thinking about grad school as my job for which I do as little as possible. If I do this successfully, and maintain my position as one of the people that doesn't particularly excel but merely gets the degrees and goes off and gets a job, I'll be fulfilling an the interest of the program--a body with a degree--and my interest, too, which is to get a job at a small teaching college where I can teach comp, the novel, and other such delicacies and eventually move into administrative work.
There's a big worry for the people in the lit department that there won't be jobs after we get PhD's. Sure, there won't be any in NYC or San Francisco, but there sure as hell will be a retirement in Small Town, America, where no one else is willing to move. That's the job I want.
All the RCTE people (rhetoric/composition/and the teaching of English) are off to get jobs easily, but they are all fooling themselves that they'll actually be scholars. They're going off to be Writing Program bureaucrats, teaching comp for the rest of their lives to freshmen text-messaging on their cell phones. And then in thirty years, in an effort to save money, university administrators will give them a pleasant surprise when undergrad junior and senior Honors English majors are hired to teach freshman comp.
Anyway, I take my grad school with a horse pill of skepticism, which results in wry enjoyment.
message to Kim, Jess's UNL friend
No profanes - sacred