When I am an old tenured woman I shall dye my hair purple
With a green streak which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my income on books and high-heeled boots
And horseback riding lessons, and say we’ve no time for meetings.
I shall show videos in the classroom when I’m tired
And drink in public and say what I mean
And tell students what I think of their attitude
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall wear sweatpants to the grocery store again
And pick the most interesting research projects
And give the grades that are earned.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And speak about whatever issues are important
Or give the President a book to read that’s not about online edutainment
And hoard pens and plane tickets and writing time and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not be too feminist
And set a good example for the students.
We must not argue with the dean or the chair.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am tenured, and have purple hair.
#1: I think when I get tenure we should call the blog Grumpy Rumblings of the (formerly un-)Tenured
#2: When you get tenure you can change the name to whatever you want.
#1: Spring Break is gonna be Epic. My shit gonna ALL hang loose.