wife went out and snagged herself a job this week. No big deal. Assistant Professor of Writing, Rhetoric, and Cultures at Michigan State University. Full time gig. Salaried position. Nice benefits. No heavy lifting.
Though it hardly qualifies as news at this point, I thought an achievement of such magnitude deserved a more lasting tribute than a heap of Facebook 'likes.' Only a blog post is forevermore, so allow me to rhapsodize for a moment.
My sometimes-overworked wife earned her place among the MSU faculty after 5 years of reading and writing and filming and teaching in the pressure cooker that is the doctoral program at Purdue's Department of English. Along the way she's made documentaries, published articles, helped launch a journal, passed her prelims and got some dissertation chapters written. Looked good doing it too. Oh, and she wedged a childbirth in there too, just for the hell of it.
If, by the miracle of technology, I should live to be 1,000, I'll never understand how she managed it all, and with such grace.
But she did, because she's amazing, so you'll forgive me, McBoners, for using a few lines to gush.
Michigan beckons. Soon we'll be saying goodbye to West Lafayette and hello to East Lansing. A dissertation alone stands in the way of her degree. Soon that obstacle too will lay vanquished on a path to glory that started back in '07, when she waltzed into the University of Akron's English Department and asked if they needed some help with the kids. They did, and that hiring led to this hiring.
And I would also like to point out that the following correspondence from an Ohio university of some renown arrived last week in the mail:
Apparently I've been spelling my spouse's first name wrong all these years. Been spelling the last name wrong, too. And wouldn't you know it, it seems that, to my surprise, I accidentally got one of those gay marriages. It doesn't matter. Love is love, and I love my husband.
Congratulations, Mr. Hilalgo. I'm so proud of you, dude.