Issue 125, Winter 1992
At the interview, they had not wanted to know about my degrees or my years of teaching experience, only about “Peace Research.”
“Tell us about ‘Peace Research,’” they said. I began the only way I knew how—at the beginning.
(I had applied for this job only as a last resort; I’d take it if I didn’t get asked back to my current job—a temporary full-time instructor position at a small state college in Ohio. Surprisingly, like all things I don’t desire deeply, the possibility of a job came to me, and I was then sitting on the eighteenth floor of the Marriott Hotel in Boston, in the chairman of the English Department’s room, which had a couch, an end table and two walls of windows. Boston stood outside, gray, boxy and neat.)