Song of the Adjunct

In New Orleans, William Torrey has unexpectedly found that he’s become an authority figure, thanks to his job as an adjunct.

Boundaries

At the end of my last year in grad school, I received a Friday e-mail from a student who I’ll here call Sharon. Sharon had wheat-brown hair, tan skin and the flawless, almost porcelain face of…

The Promise of Safety

I moved to New Orleans in the fall of 2010, more than a year before the national headlines began to proclaim it our country’s most violent city. And yet, from the moment I arrived—never mind that…

The Rules

Every time tourists arrive for a visit to New Orleans, their questions are the same. Awash in the cold neon of some soulless titty bar on Bourbon, their fingers clasped about Hand Grenades or Huge-Ass Beers,…

Excuses

Mine is a world of endless excuses. Every due date, every end of semester, every time another do-nothing kid who’s five over the four-absence limit swings by my office to tell me all about his hardships—the…

Panic Attack

Because mine is a commuter school, I’ve come to expect a fair amount of tardiness. Many of my students live more than an hour from New Orleans. They drive in from towns called Geismar and Westwego…

Homecoming

I spent most of December in my hometown of San Antonio, TX, my first trip back since July. This marked my ninth Christmas since high school, and more than ever, I was struck by how strange…