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The end of the fall semester is always an odd time, grading is done, holidays are coming. On the other hand - in the adjunct precariat - it's the time of year which feels most like sitting on the snow-covered porch, waiting to see if I'll be invited inside where the party is.
And by no fault of anyone, the tension is heightened by the confluence of the (often forlorn) hope of interviews, combined with the coming holidays, and that this is often the season of happy career announcements (new positions, books, etc) from your TT friends/colleagues
Leading to the slow sinking feeling that everyone's career is advancing but your own. And of course this year, of all years, the door in from the porch might as well be shut with a broken lock that won't unlock no matter how much anyone, inside or out, tries.
All of which comes at the same time that your excited students are telling you how great the class was and wondering what you are teaching next, unaware of the sharp bitter-sweet feeling that brings when it often isn't even clear if you will be let to teach anything next.
And at the same time, you need to be focused on long-term research goals, despite short-term precarity. Although I suppose it is not quite so grim as the end of spring, when it isn't a question of being let into the house, but of being voted off of the porch.
Best luck Bret, your readers are rooting for you
I like the term “adjunct precariat.” I was once of that tribe.
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