She knew that her family thought the life of a professor was cushy, a few classes a week, and weekends and summers off. She’d given up on trying to correct their assumptions about her life because she quite literally didn’t have time. But being on the tenure track had been hard for Deja in ways she sometimes struggled to even admit to herself. She’d expected the long hours outside of class and the heavy teaching load. She’d even been prepared by her mentors for the lack of mentorship, to a certain degree, but she hadn’t expected the uncomfortable ways she’d folded under the weight of all those
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