Hard to be young and be mistaken for much younger (than I am) while teaching those who are in actuality as old as most think I look all under the guise of professionalism which I have a hard time taking seriously in the first place. Sometimes I don't shave on purpose. But neither that nor the tweed jacket help me look much older. Perhaps I should be sporting a pipe? Perhaps a beard and I don't care how ridiculous I would look in it. Then there is this: I feel I have more in common with those under my charge than with those called colleagues. This is today's recursive thoughts.
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10.04.2005
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3 comments:
You know, all young men who teach grow beards. It is what we do. I also wore tweed as a sort of double whammy, though I'm not sure it helped much. After a while, though... I found out it doesn't really matter.
Thanks Matthew. From one likely academic to a hopeful pseudo-academic, that truly means something.
I have a similar problem.
I got a job straight out of college where I am in charge of people ten - twenty years my senior.
I grew a beard and noticed a slight change in the way people responded to my direction. They were more attentive and responsive.
maybe they were just mezmorized by my facial hair.
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