As a college professor I see a lot of things come and go. From fashion to language and everything in-between, the time I spent in the classroom witnessed a lot of changes. One thing that never faltered was my dedication to the students. I want to ensure that everyday in my classroom is the least boring thing they experience on campus.

Pouring nearly 15 years into something typically makes people operate on cruise control, but I never wanted to be that kind of person. I try to keep up with the “utes” as much as I can and learn the best ways that I can connect with them. Sometimes, my methods get the rolling eyes treatment when I try to relate or I receive the collective groans whenever I start talking about “how I mogg everyone with my fresh drip.” I don’t know why they act like that when I say it. Does it automatically become uncool?

Regardless, I put all my effort into my profession. I refuse to call it a job because that would imply that what I do is laborious. It never was. It is stress inducing at times, but I don’t recall a single day where I dreaded getting up in the morning to go to campus. I am sitting in my campus office right now as I write this, in the middle of summer. I should be at home, but I am not. I cannot fathom doing anything else with my time. I come to the office, work on classes, research, do some comedy writing, and then go home. The only difference between now and the school semester is that I have no classes to run.

Unfortunately, my current institution does not appreciate my efforts and decided that it is time to move on without me. Am I mad? A little. I thought this place would be different. Unlike my time at Remus, my time here was nothing short of delight. I had a lot of control and flexibility. The people in charge when I was first hired here had faith in what I was doing and looked forward to what I would do for the campus. Now that there was some administrative turnover and budgetary concerns, the things I was trying to accomplish got pushed to the backburner.

The original plans this place had for me evaporated shortly after I arrived, but I didn’t waver. I stuck it out here and wanted to contribute to the betterment of the students. Unfortunately, the school is taking a new direction that does not include me in the planning. I have one year left here at Romulus University and I intend to make the best of it. I don’t know what that means for the rest of this campus, but I know I won’t let things get dull around here until I leave.