Adjunct academics have been ignored, dismissed, underpaid, and exploited, but now somebody finally fears them. Unfortunately, it is a group of NIMBY residents in Evanston near Northwestern University who worry that adjunct faculty might live near them and lower property values. The Southeast Evanston Association expressed fears in an email about a proposed extended stay hotel in downtown Evanston, declaring that they want “a hotel brand that will maintain a high quality of business, and not devolve into cheap housing for transient academics.” Perhaps it is a sign of success that the problems of adjunct faculty are finally being recognized, even if it is by rich people who want to prevent their lowly presence in affordable housing.
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Please forgive me for this:
In a dark deserted classroom, no windows anywhere
Warm smell of chalk dust, rising up through the air
After class in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
The dean stood in the doorway;
I heard the dismissal bell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
The dean turned a door handle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel Adjunctoria
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Adjunctoria
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Their minds are edu-twisted, enough to send you round the bends
She got a lot of transcient labor, she even calls them friends
How they dance in the classroom, each semester sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the chairman,
“Please pay for my time”
He said, “We haven’t had to pay enough since nineteen sixty nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the Hotel Adjunctoria
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel Adjunctoria
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your syllabis
Sections do not carry,
The promised courses, lies
And she said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
And in the provost’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab us with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax, ” said the old prof,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! “
Could I share this version with my fellow adjunct colleagues? And should I attribute it to Aaron Barlow? I could not stop laughing (perhaps, I should be crying).
Of course!