Academic burnout is real — but difficult to diagnose.
I dreamed of being a college professor almost as soon as I met my own professors. They read strange books by Nietzsche and Annie Dillard, asked challenging questions in class, and wore tweed. One of my favorite professors taught theology and lived on campus. On Friday afternoons he opened his small, cinderblock apartment to students and, over coffee, chatted with us about heady topics like the theological implications of the universe’s expansion. READ MORE