In May every year
when my students graduate from the university, I am reminded of what
didn’t happen for me when I graduated from college.
I didn’t get married.
Throughout
my childhood and teen years, I didn’t give much thought to marriage. I
never imagined a “perfect” wedding with a Cinderella dress and a
three-tiered white cake. I never imagined a “perfect” house with a
husband and kids. In fact, I never imagined anyone other than me in my
“perfect” house.
But when I
went to college, I always figured that I’d leave with a Bachelor’s
degree and a fiancé. Sure I had a career in mind, something vague
involving books or teaching English, but in the back of my mind, I
thought that I’d be married first and then have a career second.
But I didn’t get married.
Instead, I
trundled off to graduate school, and, I think, despite myself, landed a
career as an English professor. Even in my grad school days with a
serious boyfriend in tow for a few years, I figured I would finish my
degree and then follow him to whatever city he landed in. I figured I
could be an adjunct teacher at any college we were near.
But I didn’t get married.
When the
grad school relationship ended, I stopped looking for a way off my
career path. Instead I buckled down, persevered through dissertation
committees that fell apart and seemingly endless examinations and
dissertation rewrites, and I earned my Ph.D and landed a tenure-track
job two days after I graduated.
This
result still surprises me. I keep chugging along, teaching classes,
publishing too little, but now, when I look into the future, I don’t see
the endless romantic possibilities I once saw.
But I
wonder: how romantic were these possibilities when all I was really
looking for was a financial partner who could bail me out if I fell on
my face? If he came along, could I really look Prince Charming in the
face and ask, “Do you come with your own 401K?”
Now, in
life outside of grad school, I am faced with real life on my own dime.
Honestly, it kinda sucks, especially since I can’t see that my financial
arrangement is going to improve any time soon. My pay is low now and
will continue to be about $20,000 lower than professors at other
universities even when I am promoted to full professor. Now that’s a
bummer.
But maybe
the flip side is that without a husband, I don’t have a potential drain
on my already miniscule income. So maybe now I can say less morosely:
But I didn’t get married.
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