Found a letter in my campus mailbox this morning, informing me that the Mondoville Board of Trustees has approved my promotion from Associate to full Professor of English, effective with the coming Fall semester.
As I told the kids in my Seven Deadlies class this morning, since I have no intention of moving into any sort of administrative role in the remainder of my career, this means that I’m at my ceiling — and that I’ve got nothing to lose for the next twenty-odd years! BWAHAHAHAHAAAAA! Coming soon — Pants-free Tuesdays! (I kid — I like my kids too much to scar them like that.)
But one thing I am thinking about this morning was the day Mrs. M, the 15-month-old Spawn, and I moved into married housing at Ball State U in 1998. I had walked away from a six-year career in journalism to chase the Ph.D., and the dream of being Mr. Chips somewhere eventually. The girls were in the apartment, and my dad was standing next to me in the parking lot. “You know,” he said, “This is a pretty gutsy move you’re pulling here.”
“Thanks,” I said. “We’ll see if it pays off.”
I guess it did. I hope Mom and Dad are aware of it.