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HORACE CALABASH
AND
THE ANDOVER-EXETER CHAINSAW MASSACRE
In light of
my justifiably-celebrated longevity as an on-line teacher, I have often been
asked to share my academic coping skills.
For some reason, my interlocutors have usually been young, inexperienced
and untenured adjuncts.
So far, I
have refused to “spill the beans”, for fear that some jealous, upwardly-mobile
wannabee would tip off my own administrator, that my magic would be gone forever
and that my beloved job would be at risk.
Let me
describe my thinking to you this way.
Think of the Wizard of Oz, at the precise moment that the curtain was
moved aside and Dorothy looked in. At
that intimate moment, Mr. “O” was nonplussed, to say the least. In my own way, I would be nonplussed, too,
except that -- in my case
-- Dorothy’s role would be
played by Horace Calabash, my associate dean for faculty affairs.
The Informed
Reader may remember Calabash’s starring role in the cult classic, “The
Andover-Exeter Chainsaw Massacre”. It
may also be remembered that Calabash
left his position at Andover very soon thereafter (that very same school term,
in fact) and became an administrator at an on-line, for-profit college in North
Dakota (of all places). At my school,
in other words.
This move,
of course, was manifestly occasioned by his unwise and uncounselled acceptance
of the Karloff Award (“The Boris”) for Best Decapitation Scene.
As it
happened, Andover’s Vice Chair for Institutional Development (i.e., the chief
fundraiser) was seated in front of the black-and-white television set in the
faculty lounge, just as Calabash (on television) was thanking his director, his
wife and his many friends and supporters at Andover. The VC was utterly distraught as The Boris was triumphantly
raised above Calabash’s grateful head.
Calabash left the school’s employ the next morning. Post
hoc ergo propter hoc, one might say.
Anyway,
until very recently, that same Calabash was my boss. In fact, he has skulked about in my virtual collegiate
neighborhood for the last five years, dragging his chainsaw behind him.
(I’ve never
actually seen the chainsaw at any time in the past five years, but those sounds
trailing behind him have that certain je
ne sais quoi that gives moral certainty to what would otherwise be
ambiguous. In other words, those sounds
are identical to the ones in the sound track of Calabash’s movie)
Anyway, I
have recently achieved the age of reason, as plainly evidenced by my recent
permanent move to sunny Florida after 65 bone-chilling Winters living on the
tundra located North of Boston. I am
also retired from on-line teaching and live frugally but well, on Social
Security. I do not own a computer, nor
am I connected to the internet in any way.
In fact, I am living “off the grid”.
I am now safe from Calabash.
Accordingly,
I can share now the secret of my professional longevity:
It is always
better to be “in camera” than it is to be “on camera”.
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