by Oronte Churm, an obvious pseudonym

My sister gets a bucket load of satisfaction from telling her friends and co-workers that I’m a professor. I’m not, of course. I’m a lecturer, which means I will never hold the title of professor at this university. I’m adjunct faculty: “connected to a larger or more important thing”; “something added to but not essentially a part of the thing,” as the dictionaries say. It means being adjacent to, not inside, the winner’s circle.

I teach in the English Department of what I’ll be calling Hinterland University, Inner Station campus. It’s a Big Ten school, with enough very polite (mostly white suburban) kids to form two or three infantry divisions in Iraq, which most will never have to consider.

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