Okay, I'm not trying to get all Meta or anything, but I've just got to vent a bit about this blog itself. 'Cause I was a big fan of RYS, and am a fan of this page, yet if you met me you wouldn't know it. I'm a big hippy-dippy prof, and you'd probably think I was one of those gumdrop unicorns. And the truth is, I love this job with quite a lot of enthusiasm. I love going to work. I love teaching. I -- grade. I do that. But the rest of it, I pretty much love. Hell, I kind of like committee work. Seriously.But this is the weirdest, oddest, most unnatural career on earth, and it's also incredibly difficult and stress-enducing and the whole time you have to pretend that it's not. I get the dude who got naked. Some days, it's all I can do not to howl on the quad. Because professing is a strange gig indeed. And it's fun to vent about it, to share those weird frustrations with people who understand. It's also sometimes helpful to come here and go "oh, yeah, students will do that. That's in their nature. It's annoying, but I'm not alone in facing it."
So the smack downs are repetitive and the venting is old and a few posters are weird enough to make me wonder if security should be on speed dial at the compound. But that's the point: sharing this repetitive set of frustrations and being as weird as we gotta be.
Hiram has it right: he's baffled. I'm baffled. We're all baffled (except the trolls, who got the Truth). I'm glad you are too. And that's why I read this blog: to confirm that we're all pretty much baffled, and that's okay too.
