I Was Invited to Serve

I found out about the invitation when I snooped through someone's faculty mail box.  I was on a list of professors who were invited to serve on a snearch committee.

The word caught my eye. Otherwise I wouldn't have bothered to read the memo. I was intrigued. There's always something new.

I'd seen that word before. Last spring semester I read about a call for "resnearch" papers. 

Re snearch? To snearch again?  As far as I know, I haven't snearched once, so I don't think I could do it twice. I mean, I could if I wanted to, but it doesn't sound like anything I'd really want to do. 

I won't respond to the invitation because I'll have to explain my refusal to serve, and that will only call attention to myself. I came close to being arrested for observing Talk Like a Pirate Day. It's better to ignore things like invitations to serve on any committee. Around here, committees are dart boards. Targets.  If a committees' suggestions are heeded, but things go wrong, everyone is roasted by another committee of blame throwers.

Thanks, but no. No snearching for me. It sounds dangerous.