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My Years at the Degree Mill
Welcome to for-profit higher education, where a degree’s just a pricey commodity, and an instructor’s a troublesome budget line.
Before I had a career, I had a PhD that I had no clue what to do with, and the chronic illness earning that PhD had given me.
I could not work the way the academy had trained me to — in long monastic bouts locked away in an office, the cold overhead lights casting my sad grey reflection onto the starless night in the windows. I only had a few hours of energy in me. I could walk for a little while each day, and complete a couple of rote tasks or write some emails, but then I’d feel a predictable chill — and it wasn’t long after the chill started that I would be woozy and feverish and need to lie down under multiple blankets and sweat away the rest of the day.
It was during this time that I found a part-time job that was, at least, sustainable for my ailing body. I’d be teaching online classes for a university many hundreds of miles away from where I lived, mostly large-enrollment, basic requirement courses like Intro to Psychology or Social Psychology. In addition, I would be paid a small stipend to mentor the next generation of graduate students, and serve as the advisor on dozens of those students’ dissertations.
