I didn't mean to go all Norma Rae on you guys this morning. It's just that I've been doing this adjunct work for so long (close to 20 years), and I really had hopes that this whole union thing was going to make a difference. At this point, it seems I was wrong. I should have known better. In the end, every person looks out for him/herself. I'm no different in this respect. I shouldn't expect any form of altruism on the part of full-time faculty. We adjuncts are like the humpbacked, club-footed, three-breasted stepchildren of the university. We should feel honored that we're even allowed to stand in a classroom.
OK, I got carried away again. I'm reeling myself back in. I promise. I'm really not the bastard son of Jimmy Hoffa, trying to fight for the "little gal/guy." I don't know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried. I don't know who shot JFK on the grassy knoll.
I'll tell you what I do know. I know that, at the present moment, it appears things aren't really going to change all that much for the adjunct faculty at the university.
That fact depresses Saint Marty.
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| This isn't me. Really. |
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