09/15/2005: "Nah nah na nah nah...you (almost) can't fire me without cause!"
There was beautiful light on the wetlands tonight as I was driving home from work.
- It pretty much sums up how I was feeling, after just having turned in my tenure file to the Provost's office.
In Google you can put in the search term: define (and any given word) and it will pull up a list of "unofficial" definitions from the web. I tried: define tenure
Here was my favorite definition: "A status accorded members of University faculty who have demonstrated high ability and achievement in their dedication to the growth of human knowledge."
Well, that's how I'd *like* to think of it, but here's the more honest definition:
"Tenure commonly refers to academic tenure systems, in which professors (at the university level) are granted the right not to be fired without cause..."
The other bit about tenure is that if they don't give it to you, you're fired. You can't just keep working for the university without it, it's all or nothing. So, needless to say I've been working on it non-stop the past couple of days. I actually stink (sink in this instance means malodorous), my car is below empty, I havenít eaten in 24 hours, I havenít slept in 48 hours, and I have a strong urge to tie one on (to "tie one on", here means to get shitty drunk).