![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
On Monday afternoon, I got the official word from the college's Provost that I've been recommended for tenure and promotion to Associate Professor. That's fantastic news: I don't need to suddenly hunt for a new career, and I can keep doing a job I love. (And then I came home, posted a cryptic comment on Facebook, and graded final exams and papers and things for about 20 hours straight, with occasional breaks for meals.)
I've been optimistic about how my review was going to go, and all of my senior colleagues here who commented on my prospects were highly encouraging. (Last week, one of them said, "Well, be sure to let us know once you hear the good news.") But it's not real until you get the official word. (Technically, it's not really real until the Board approves it in February, but the odds of them overturning the decision of the President, Provost, and faculty promotions committee are negligible.)
So, yay! I can finally relax for the holidays (and in general).
I've been optimistic about how my review was going to go, and all of my senior colleagues here who commented on my prospects were highly encouraging. (Last week, one of them said, "Well, be sure to let us know once you hear the good news.") But it's not real until you get the official word. (Technically, it's not really real until the Board approves it in February, but the odds of them overturning the decision of the President, Provost, and faculty promotions committee are negligible.)
So, yay! I can finally relax for the holidays (and in general).