When Legacy Becomes a Lie
When I resigned from my full-time teaching job last semester, I didn’t realize all the feelings that would accompany the transition. I definitely didn’t realize how much of my identity I’d placed in my role as a professor.
When I resigned from my full-time teaching job last semester, I didn’t realize all the feelings that would accompany the transition. I definitely didn’t realize how much of my identity I’d placed in my role as a professor.
Turns out, I’d bought into the idea I was doing something good, something valuable, and something lasting because I was “building a legacy.”
The students I taught would carry me on in their hearts I thought—you can chuckle at the absurdity of that selfish sentiment—no matter what became of me.
