Who knew?

So I attended the WS100 meeting
with a bunch of PhDs and I discovered
they didn't know "what in the h*ll" I was talking about.
In fact, the woman arranging the meeting put my ideas
in quotations instead of paraphrasing.
How embarrassing.

Derrida? Western system of binaries?
Hierarchal value in language?

I was incredulous. Stunned.
Confused.
Amused.
Light-headed.
Proud.
Eager.
Aggressive.
Inquisitive.

then . . . afterward . . .

doubtful.
insecure.
regretful.
stupid.
ashamed.
hopeless.

Just as I'm about to QUIT teaching on campus,
I find out that I am seriously right on target with my ideas.
LOUD. Oppinionated. Naive. Idealistic. Energetic.

But seriously, my collegues don't think in terms of "theory"--
and I don't know how they live without it. Unimaginable.

A couple laughed at the idea of teaching theory on a 100--
"Imagine your evaluations plummmeting."
Ha Ha. Snarf Snarf.

My evals have always been fine (excellent in some classes).
But this quarter?
They may be low because I SUCK, not b/c the students
aren't bright enough to get it . . .

Ummmmm . . . do my collegues "get it"?
I'm sure they must, but to what extent
if they do not find it life-changing/reaffirming?