Jan 05 2010
As the happy academic, I contemplate the profession’s journey to hell in a handbasket. Or not.
I’ve been working all day trying to figure out what my classes for the winter term (which starts tomorrow) are going to look like. I was going to write “working my ass off,” but let’s face it: working in academia isn’t exactly manual labor, a point I’ll return to in a moment. It involves a lot of sitting, a lot of thinking, a lot of reading online and on the page. It’s fun. Hitting the gym and eating right to reduce the size of previously mentioned ass– now that’s work.
Anyway, earlier today via Facebook and Twitter, I came across this CHE article by Thomas “not his real name” Benton, “Graduate School in the Humanities: Just Don’t Go.” It’s an article about why getting a PhD in “the humanities” in general is a bad idea, and it comes on the heels of a number of articles about how dreadful the job market is for academics at the MLA and, as this piece in Inside Higher Ed suggests, fields like history and economics as well. I agree with at least two things in Benton’s article:
- A lot of potential graduate students in his and my generation received bad advice. “Having heard rumors about unemployed Ph.D.’s, some undergraduates would ask about job prospects in academe, only to be told, “There are always jobs for good people.” If the students happened to notice the increasing numbers of well-published, highly credentialed adjuncts teaching part time with no benefits, they would be told, “Don’t worry, massive retirements are coming soon, and then there will be plenty of positions available.” The encouragement they received from mostly well-meaning but ill-informed professors was bolstered by the message in our culture that education always leads to opportunity.” I think that’s spot-on, and it makes me glad that my entry into graduate work in the late 198os was in an MFA program– not that that was a great career move, but the stakes were a lot lower than a PhD, and it was useful in lots of other ways.
- Getting a job as a professor– particularly a humanities/literature professor– is not as easy as getting the degree, and getting the degree isn’t that easy either. “They don’t know that you probably will have to accept living almost anywhere, and that you must also go through a six-year probationary period at the end of which you may be fired for any number of reasons and find yourself exiled from the profession. They seem to think becoming a humanities professor is a reliable prospect — a more responsible and secure choice than, say, attempting to make it as a freelance writer, or an actor, or a professional athlete — and, as a result, they don’t make any fallback plans until it is too late.” Also very true, and I like the comparison of being a professor to these other less than “sure thing” professions. You want a “sure thing” at a job where you can make good money, live almost anywhere, work on your schedule (within reason), and help people? Be a nurse.
But as I skimmed and reskimmed the article during my day, while I was putting together the previously mentioned syllabi for English 328 and English 516, I got to thinking a bit more.