It was one of those moments whose significance only became apparent years later. It was part of the pro forma interview process for a faculty position. I was to be interviewed by the university’s bursar.
He was an elderly gentleman, tall, erect, and rather dapper in his black pinstriped, three-piece suit complete with pocket watch. If central casting had called for a Germanic-looking bureaucrat for a WWII war movie, this would have been the guy.
His formality and dress seemed out of place in an era where suits and ties came off, and faculty dress was almost indistinguishable from that of the students.
Being young and arrogant, I mentally dismissed him as a relic of another era. He was more than pleasant, and we both knew we were engaged in an academic ritual of another time.
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Same thing is evident in our local schools.
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