I had left teaching, which I enjoyed, because I realized I couldn't get tenure at a research university.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I loved teaching. It was my world. I only left because I was overwhelmed with three careers - teaching, writing, and my family.
I loved reading and writing, and teaching was the most exalted profession I could imagine.
Every summer, I regret that I didn't become a college teacher. Such a sweet life! With all that vacation time! You'll never get me to believe that being a tenured professor at a good college is anything but Heaven on earth.
Too many years away from academia renders you pretty incompetent at research and teaching. So I had to go back.
I loved teaching. I used to teach fourth grade.
I've always loved teaching and reading and talking to people, and my grandfather was a professor.
I loved almost everything about being a teacher, but I was an unusual teacher.
I didn't want to become a professor or get tenure or teach or anything. All I wanted to do was get a degree because Louis Leakey said I needed one, which was right, and once I succeeded I could get back to the field.
I loved teaching and I did a lot of work as a teacher's assistant in college, and my favorite experience was basically getting a laugh from a bunch of people because they had just understood something.
I served as Dean until 1974, when I stepped down to return to full time teaching and research.