Now is the Spring of our Discontents...and Winter is Far Away
There is no time more than the middle of my winter break that I am this aware of what's at stake, schedule wise, for academics. During the semester I am regularly run ragged by my obligations to students, traveling to conferences, and keeping up with my research agenda. The deadlines are daily and if I fail to meet them, as often happens, well, that's what the weekends and evenings are for. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do, and I imagine that many people who love what they do find themselves giving anywhere between a little and way too much of their time to their profession. For academics, there is a myth, perpetuated by a few yokels out there, that once grades are turned in, it's all sitting by the fire, drinking some wine, and wasting time until the Spring starts up. In reality, or at least my reality, the winter offers a completely different type of stress, and it has a lot to do with the so called "freedom" I have to work at my own pace.
In addition to my teaching responsibilities, I also have research and service requirements. While all three areas have clearly measurable activities (I am evaluated by students and faculty during the semester as I teach, I publish journal articles, I get elected to service positions), there are also aspects that are more difficult to "work on." For example, I have to show how my teaching is improving/adjusting (hence, this blog), and in addition to publishing, I have to publish articles that gain a wide readership. Assuming I do all this, I might get tenure and promoted to Associate Professor after a matter of time. To go from Associate to Full Professor, I would then have to improve on my productivity and make a clear impact on my field of scholarship (i.e. random people I've never met should be able to speak about my work being a significant contribution to the field).
As I've said before, my primary concern during the semester, when I have four classes and around 80 students to teach, is my students. It shouldn't be any other way. Of course conference and publication deadlines pop up here and there throughout the semester, so I manage these as well, and I invariably have a number of departmental/ university/ field related service requirements to attend to as well. This means that my winter and summer are spent 1) completing that which I wasn't able to complete during the semester, 2) continuing my research and service work, 3) planning classes for the next semester, 4) evaluating the work completed during the previous semester, and 5) planning and organizing for the tenure review process.
For the most part, like the work I do during the semester, I enjoy the work I do when the semester is not in session. The difference is that during this time the only clear deadline I have is to finish as much as I possibly can before the next semester begins. Hence, the idea that these periods are not breaks is something I feel I am forever explaining, particularly to family and friends who wonder why I can't just drive/fly up to see them once the semester's done. Until I earn a Full Professorship (probably a good 12-15 years away, possibly longer), the freedom to really enjoy this time away from my classes, to engage in more long-term projects, and to work more slowly and deliberately, is simply a freedom that is out of reach.