“I have given decades of my life and every ounce of my energy to my college,” a friend says. “And now I’m discovering that in a time of need my colleagues will not defend me from being bullied and harassed on campus. The administration doesn’t care two straws. I feel like my life has been useless.”
I’m learning that one shouldn’t think in terms of doing something for the sake of the department, school, college, university, discipline. Collectivity asks for a lot but rarely gives back enough to make the sacrifice worth it.
In order to avoid feeling like my friend 30 years from now, I have to concentrate on my work, my publications, my name, my prestige, my completely individual gain. If at least I were on the same wavelength with people in my profession, I could hope to do some good. But it is useless to reach out to people you don’t understand and experience as completely different from you.
I’m very sad for my friend right now. I’m a fixer by nature. When I see problems, I need to start fixing them immediately. Seeing so much distress in somebody I care about is very difficult.

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