To offset the budget cuts to our university, the administration is discussing the possibility of increasing the teaching loads of people who are not active in research.
I don’t even want to imagine the kind of intolerable environment this will create in the departments, especially the small ones.
The problem is that I recently realized that I want to work at this university forever because I love it. Yes, the region is sucky, and the climate is shit, and the state is among the most broke in the country, and the dog obsession is even worse than the driving obsession, and it’s extremely hard to find tolerable food or a place to walk.
But I love the university. And love cannot be explained. It happens on a level that stands above reason.
This is not the first time I love a university. I loved McGill before. But it has been destroyed, and now there are no more Hispanic Studies at McGill. The university has repeated the story of the Roman Empire in miniature.
It’s like you keep falling in love but the people you love keep dying.

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