I’m a precariously employed academic teaching a bunch of courses online in the midst of COVID-19. I don’t have a lot of time to write a long essay about how and why we should talk to our students about student evaluations of teaching, but here’s something quick and dirty you can use this academic term. Yes, this academic term, even next week or the week after!
I’m writing this to you, my fellow instructors, because I know that a lot of you (though certainly not all) normally don’t hold space for this kind of discussion in your courses. I get…
After nearly two years of struggling through a lupus flare, I can’t get my hands on hydroxychloroquine, a drug that helps keep me alive.
Thank you for your “sacrifice,” a woman with SLE (Systemic Lupus Erythematosus) was told by her doctor after attempting to get a routine prescription refill last March. Her story was reported in a Buzzfeed News article. Reading it sent me into a panic. That’s because the medication she needed was hydroxychloroquine, the same one I’ve taken almost every day of my life since being diagnosed with SLE, aka lupus, over a decade ago. …
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“For professors to… forestall their own extinction, they must first become not only sociologists but also institutional historians of their own profession.”
— Frank Donoghue, The Last Professors
I wasn’t always pro-union. I started caring about unions as an undergrad, after watching Harlan County, USA for a liberal arts degree I’m still paying off. When I got to grad school, I was amused to discover that I belonged to the United Auto Workers union but took it for granted and did no more than show up to some rallies.