As my second year of teaching started, my office mate and I leaned on each other more than ever for support. A new faculty member had been hired over the summer, for a tenure track position. He replaced the temporary guy who called me “girl” and then “woman”. I was happy to see that change happen. He was young, a new graduate from a Ph.…
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