The Wistful Campus
The letter from the Dean’s office arrived on a Tuesday, the paper thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the lemon oil used in the binding rooms. You read it twice, the second time slower, letting the words settle into the marrow of your tired hands: *Dr. Thorne, your tenure review has been moved to the Winter session pending a final assessment of institutional relevance.* The rejection...
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