You may call me anything you like, just don't call me late for dinner.
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Interestingly enough, before I earned my doctorate, many students wanted to call me "doctor." At first I simply said, "please call me professor" but then some people insisted on calling me "Dr." still. In academia it is a major non-no to use the address of "Dr." before you have earned your Ph.D. So then I changed it to "Please call me professor. Addressing me as Dr. is not appropriate as I have not yet earned my doctorate." I can understand student's confusion, as some instructors have Ph.D.s and some do not.
Using "Dr." before earning a doctorate is such a major issue that the dean of our school publicly called out a former student (now a graduate) for requesting students call her Dr., telling her that she was dishonoring the degree and the school. So it gets people pretty upset. Upset enough that if a dean hears rumors of you doing it in a country 5,000 miles away she'll make it a public issue.
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*Down here in the South, we call spankings "whoopings". I've only ever heard it, so I'm not really certain how it's spelled.
I worked with a very powerful individual who was both a medical doctor and a General in the Army. He hated to be called General. He would state that General was just a civil service category and if we had to use any title to use Dr. because he had to study to earn that one. Usually we just called him Jim.
Being raised as I was in the Deep South, I had a friend name Ben Roberts. His mother & father were known to me as "Miss Jean" & "Mister Billy" as most all of my parents' friends were called. Now Miss Jean became my 4th Grade teacher, who at school was always addressed as "Mrs. Roberts". All of my son's teachers were addressed as "Dr, Mr, Mrs or Ms Lastname" at school.
I have to admit, I’m uncomfortable with formality and strict adherence to addressing people by titles and rank and such. I've always been that way.
I once taught a law class onboard Camp Lejeune. Because I would be going back and forth through the main gate the entire semester, the MPs issued me a temporary base sticker for my car. At a distance it must have looked like an officer's sticker because often, when I passed through the gate, the guard would salute. I didn’t know how to react when that happened. Should I return the salute? Heck, I didn’t even really know how to salute. Or should I ignore the salute and let the guard think I was a pompous ass?
One day I mentioned the saluting gate guards to a Marine friend and I explained to him how uncomfortable it made me feel. My friend just laughed and told me to stop worrying. He said, "Those guards aren't saluting you, Geoff. They probably don’t even see you in your car…and they damn sure don’t care if you salute back. They're just saluting that little sticker in your windshield".
That made me feel a lot better...I think.
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Excellent point, my wife was a college prof. and he always complained about the politics, said that my work place was nothing compared to what higher education was. I met some some of her co-workers and had to agree, wow are you sure you want to pursue this line of work?Sayre's Law: "Academic politics is the most vicious and bitter form of politics, because the stakes are so low."
Our theatre director has a PhD in English, but we only call her "Doctor" when she's helping out behind the popcorn stand.
Being raised as I was in the Deep South, I had a friend name Ben Roberts. His mother & father were known to me as "Miss Jean" & "Mister Billy" as most all of my parents' friends were called. Now Miss Jean became my 4th Grade teacher, who at school was always addressed as "Mrs. Roberts". All of my son's teachers were addressed as "Dr, Mr, Mrs or Ms Lastname" at school.