"You can't be a 'professor'!" Pete exclaimed, incredulous, as he almost spat out the scrambled eggs that he busily shoveled into his face. "Look at your hair! And look at how you dress!"
We sat across from each other at the Pleasantville Diner that morning, about 13 years ago. I was a college junior and a Communications major (cue the judgmental yet uninformed laughter); he graduated with a degree in Computer Science the year before. Over a perfect breakfast of diner pancakes, sausage, and eggs (this was loooooong before my life as a pseudo-vegan), I lazily revealed to Pete that I thought I wanted to someday become an English Professor.
I laughed at his startled reaction. I usually laughed when Pete made fun of me. Our relationship was built on making fun of each other. And well, he had a point. My frizzy mop was no more tamable than it was 10 years prior. The difference was, as a young woman, it became much more something of a trademark, as opposed to the source of bullying and incessant teasing that made my life miserable in junior high school.
(It's interesting how things tend to happen that way, isn't it?)
I glanced down at my old, cut-off shorts, the bottoms of my pockets exposed at my upper thighs. They were daisy-duke-esque, to be sure.
Eh, he was probably right. I was on track to finish college, but the only thing I knew was that I wanted to be on Broadway. Professor-ing seemed like a decent backup plan, if all else failed.
(Besides, look at my hair. Look at how I dressed. I did not exactly "look like" an academic...I still do not.)
I've heard the religious say something like, "People plan, God laughs." It is with this life lesson that I'd like to address my college freshmen:
- As you busily declare majors (or, as people busily pressure you to do so), just keep in mind that "all else" is likely to fail. Embrace this.
I spent last year writing my dissertation and looking for a job so that I might one day meet you. You remind me of how much fun I have when I teach, and for you, I am grateful. With your help, I am able to look back on that day at the Pleasantville Diner and laugh.
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