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« on: May 17, 2002, 07:30:45 AM » |
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Six years ago, I came to a Midwestern city after teaching for 12 continuous years as a full-time university professor in the fine arts. The move was necessary, as there were faculty cutbacks at the university in which I taught (I was not yet tenured), and I had to seek a new position.
The professorship I landed looked promising -- it was at a "comprehensive university" that was growing, had beautiful new facilities, a fairly good academic profile, according to all the standard sources, and sought faculty members who were active in their fields.
This picture quite unfortunately was more of an illusion than a reality. The facilities were nice, but this comprehensive institution was anything but that -- I was expected to be on campus 40 plus hours a week, five days a week and sometimes more (it was as though I was an intern "on call" 24/7). It was virtually impossible to practice my craft as a visual artist because time in the studio was hard to come by, and I was given additional responsiblities beyond any reasonable standard. I even felt chided for attending one professional meeting a year, because the students would miss a class or two.
The department chair was a micromanager who completely alienated his entire department, whose members avoided him in ways that would be laughable if the situation weren't so pathetic. It became very clear that the department had no real interest in its faculty being practioners or researchers.
The most intolerable aspect of this Kafkaesque experience was that I was asked numerous times to pass students who were failing classes because they never showed up and dumb down tests -- "don't give students essay questions, they don't like them," "worry about the whiners; the good students will take care of themselves," "deal with students whose I.Q.'s put them in the 'retarded' category," (this was true) I was told.
The situation as I have described it might seem unlikely, owing to the extremes I have described. However, this nightmarish situation was borne largely out of the institution's compulsive mantra, "This is a tuition-driven school, we can't afford to lose students." While I had some excellent colleagues and students at this school, I could not continue living under such unacceptable and unethical conditions, so when a local art school with an excellent national reputation approached me with the offer of a one-year visiting professorship, I could not refuse. It seemed like a reasonable option, as I did not want to move my family again and uproot my wife from her job, which she loved.
The next year of teaching (at the art school I mentioned above) was the most wonderful year of teaching in my 17-year career. The students, for the most part, were very serious and industrious, and my colleagues were very supportive. The problem, however, was that my marriage of nearly two decades came to a grinding halt, to my total shock, and the only option for another full-time teaching position would require relocation. I am not about to leave my child nor would I attempt to remove him from his mother -- he needs regular contact with both parents.
I have excellent credentials, a record of exhibitions, and reviews that far exceed those of most teaching-college faculty and I would probably be considered more than adequate in all but the more elite comprehensive universities. My references, student evaluations, peer reviews, etc. reveal me to be a most worthy instructor. But how many full-time teaching positions in a particular field come open each year in one commutable area? Perhaps not even one every few years.
So far, I have tried to piece together a marginal income as an adjunct in area colleges. I teach more courses than a full-time professor at a small fraction of the income. It seems that the most logical strategy is to try and find a non-teaching position in a university (a decent number are advertised in my area), e.g., as an academic advisor, mid-level administrator, etc. I have acquired numerous administrative skills and I am an excellent writer and communcator, skills that would seem to make a good foundation for another postion.
However, I have hit nothing but walls. Typically responses praise my credentials, accomplishments, and references, but I am told that I am overqualified or that they just don't know how happy a career professor would be in a "lesser" position.
I wonder if after being a professor for so many years I am typecast, or if I am just too old (at 47) to interest many employers. My point is that I want a job that will provide some level of security and the opportunity to retire sometime (maybe at 75!). I wonder how many others find themselves locked into such difficult positions because of obligations and other life circumstances and how they have managed to cope, and, hopefully, how they have overcome such situations?
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