Syracusa: I am an administrator at a small liberal arts college in the Northeast (close to a city that sounds like your screen name). It's exactly your "us" versus "them" from professors towards staff and administrators that, quite frankly, turns my stomach. I run an non-academic department. I have a graduate degree and have become fairly highly regarded in my field. And yet, I will forever be an "other" to certain members of the faculty simply because I don't have three little letters (Ph.D.) behind my name. Glad to know it's not just my own particular institution.
By the way, I live in a farm village about 10 miles outside of the town where my college is located. My neighbors have that vacant look in their eyes because they are cows. The farmers are friendly enough, even if they drive tractors and don't have nearly the education that I do. For all I know, their stables and dairy farms make more money than I do. In fact, I once left my library books on the roof of my car and drove off. That afternoon, I found my books in my mailbox. I wondered how they possibly could have gotten there. The gentleman who owns a horse farm (who I happen to like very much.) about half a mile down the street stopped on his morning walk the next day and asked me if I had gotten my books back. I laughed, said thank you and asked him how he knew they were mine. He simply replied that he didn't think any one else on the street would be reading those titles so he assumed they were mine.
By the way, I live in a farm village about 10 miles outside of the town where my college is located. My neighbors have that vacant look in their eyes because they are cows. The farmers are friendly enough, even if they drive tractors and don't have nearly the education that I do. For all I know, their stables and dairy farms make more money than I do. In fact, I once left my library books on the roof of my car and drove off. That afternoon, I found my books in my mailbox. I wondered how they possibly could have gotten there. The gentleman who owns a horse farm (who I happen to like very much.) about half a mile down the street stopped on his morning walk the next day and asked me if I had gotten my books back. I laughed, said thank you and asked him how he knew they were mine. He simply replied that he didn't think any one else on the street would be reading those titles so he assumed they were mine.
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