For many of us today is a holiday. And yes, I am using it to run errands, get caught up on laundry, and go for a run. But I am also trying to use it to pause and reflect as a way of honoring the occasion.
Ours is a world that desperately needs more justice and peace, and less division and hatred. But these are overwhelming tasks. I talk a good talk, but often feel like I fail to deliver on anything truly transformational. But what if I boil it down to the essentials of my chosen vocation, higher education, and my daily work? It is easy amidst the various crises that plague our profession to lose sight of our purpose. And don’t get me wrong, the resolution of these crises–the exploitation of contingent faculty and the rising costs of higher education, for example–are at the core of ensuring that this world has more justice and peace, and less division and hatred. So let’s keep doing that important work, but in the meantime, how do our daily tasks and interactions intersect with these larger aims?
We are here because students have come to us for an education. That education encompasses everything both in and beyond the classroom while they move across our campuses–both the brick and mortar ones and the virtual ones. And I know that we are all doing more with less and that class sizes have grown and advising loads have doubled and tripled, and that they upper administration is bloated and doesn’t get it. But despite all of this, can we carve out moments and gestures that might make a difference?
Not long ago I had to sign about 200 form letters that congratulated students on a significant accomplishment. In addition to signing my name, I wrote a simple “yay!” on each. In total it maybe added 5 minutes to the tasks of signing all those letters. One of the recipients of that letter recently thanked me for doing this. At the time, I wasn’t sure it would make a difference, but it did for this student. And that’s the tricky part: you never know what the impact of gestures like that might be. And so it’s easy–and trust me, I’ve been there and done that–to just not bother. I often lack the fortitude and the patience to take the time to do the things I’m prescribing here.
And it’s not just the nice stuff. We can probably all recount stories of the professor or advisor that held us accountable in uncomfortable, but necessary, ways. So this is not an argument for babying or pandering or being a pushover. Our students’ education is certainly what we teach them in the classroom, but it is also the accumulation of all those other interactions–the conversation in the classroom door about why they were absent last week, the response to the frantic email that comes the day before a big exam, the advice about what classes to take next semester and why. All of those scenarios might require stern words and consequences. But the way we deliver that message–the words, the tone–will matter.
So I will continue to fight the good fight for better pay, lower tuition, smaller classes, and more tenure-track lines. But I will also strive to remember that one part of achieving those things is built on the accretion of these smaller, daily moments and how I handle them.