As scholar-teachers, all professors at R1 universities are expected to devote time towards research, teaching, and service. My expected ratio of 60-30-10 for my “40” hour workweek was described to me when I was hired. It doesn’t really work out that way very well unless you are an expert at time management and saying no. Most professors work way more than 40 hours a week to get everything accomplished. I read recently it was more like 60-80 hours per week, including weekends (thank goodness I don’t work in Wisconsin). Plus, saying no, when you stand in the shadow of the tenure monster, is difficult. If I say no to this person or this project or this committee now, will it come back to haunt me later? This is the question that keeps many an assistant professor up at night tossing and turning. Read the blogs.
I didn’t do a good job saying no my first three years as an assistant professor. Let’s just say that in Fall 2013, just before my mom died, I did a back of the envelope calculation and figured out that between classes, research, and advising I was interacting with roughly 220+ students. Go ahead and laugh if you’re running a calculus program or managing introductory biology, chemistry or physics lab courses. Get it over with. It’s all relative. In a small department like mine, you sit on multiple committees. And with my interests in environmental change and sustainability, I was identified pretty early on and asked to participate in a couple of larger university initiatives focused on these topics. Lastly, I was also trying to establish an international and interdisciplinary research program. So lots of stuff to do, people to manage, projects to get up and running.
Now I am not complaining. I love challenges, and took all of this head on. However, as I head into my third year as an assistant professor I am seeing the need to slow down and change things up if I want to survive long-term and have some measure of success. And as awful as it sounds, the deaths of both my parents last year put a lot of things about life and living into perspective for me. A final lesson from parent to child. So no is my new, old favorite – my mom told me once that no was the second word I learned to say. My brother had to learn to say no last year at work when he was taking care of my dad. He told me the other day he is still reaping the benefits and getting what he needs to get done.
Saying no to things though, I’m finding out means saying yes to others. Options, in some cases, that I didn’t even know existed. Now I have time to finish that manuscript that’s been languishing in my files, learn a new data analysis program that I’ve been wanting to test with an old dataset, and really network with other researchers in order to develop new projects. It’s a bit bewildering. Just what have I said yes to?