Yes, loyal disciples, I was chosen by the English Department as contingent faculty member of the year. I know I've written about this topic in the past. I've made fun of not winning before. I've been sarcastic and angry. However, this award wasn't even on my radar this time. I was too wrapped up in doing my end-of-semester duties. I was taken totally by surprise.
I'm sort of floating right now. I'm happy and will probably remain happy for a few days. I might even carry this happiness into the weekend.
I don't need a National Book Award. Or a Pulitzer Prize. Or the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Saint Marty is the friggin' contingent faculty member of the year.
|I don't need no stinkin' Nobel|