I wrote a piece for a journal. It was intended to be a rah-rah personal memoir. That’s what the journal seemed to me to be looking for.

I have rewritten it three times and it is still not what they want and I am not sure that I can fix it either. To some extent I don’t even know what he wants. In others the language seems foreign… in the rewriting he wants I feel as if I am being pushed aside, just as I sometimes am as an adjunct.

First choice of courses goes to full-time professors. Only those which are orphaned become available to the adjunct faculty.

The work is important but the equivalent of working on a factory assembly line. There is little intellectual stimulation involved.