I hope you are not reading this while driving, and I hope you aren’t reading this at home. If you’re driving, focus on driving. If you’re at home, try to forget the adjunct commuter lifestyle.
If you’re commuting, I hope Adjunct Commuter Weekly is a friend to you on the train or the bus. Someone who understands you. A voice to accompany the pretzels and booze.
I hope Adjunct Commuter Weekly makes you feel less invisible. I hope your department chair asks you what you are reading. I hope your students see this sticking out of your bag. I hope they say, “Adjunct Commuter Weekly, what’s that?”
If, on the other hand, you want to hide, I hope this helps you hide. As the business people hoist up their folded Financial Times to shield their faces, I want you to have a newsprint privacy curtain, too. Hold up your Adjunct Commuter Weekly and rest.
I hope Adjunct Commuter Weekly helps you with the food, the scheduling, the worrying, the stress, the disease. I hope Adjunct Commuter Weekly fits into your budget.
I hope Adjunct Commuter Weekly touches all aspects of your life. I hope Adjunct Commuter Weekly connects your life to other lives.
I want us to make serious political progress. I want us to organize and make real gains. I want us to fix academia and fix society. In the meantime, however, I want us to recognize our lives for what they are.
Adjunct Commuter Weekly will be a portrait of a generation. We taught young people from year to year, on unstable contracts and often for unfair wages. We wept in private as our health, relationships, and futures were sacrificed to the whims of increasingly corporatized universities. We didn’t have a place to gather. Until now.
I hope Adjunct Commuter Weekly provides a place for us to gather.
I hope to talk to you again on August 6th.
From the Road,