In fall 2010, I received an online newsletter from one of my former publications that included a news release from a local community college. They were looking for people to teach English classes. A Master’s degree was the preferred qualification, with some experience also preferred. The release indicated that a rise in enrollment led them to put out the request.
I thought for a little while. I had taught English Composition while working on my graduate degree. I was at complete loose ends—I hadn’t been admitted to the hospital that spring so I felt that I was doing well enough to attempt to work. The college was only a few miles from home, so commuting wouldn’t be much of a problem. I decided to call the English Department and see what could be worked out.
I got the department head and explained I was calling in response to the request for English teachers. My interview was very short and sweet—she asked my degree and experience, told me I would need to have my transcript mailed to the academic dean, and asked me to come in to get copies of the textbooks.
I was shocked. I hadn’t expected it to be that easy. Bob came home that night, and I told him, “I think I’ve been hired for a job teaching.”
I told him about the opportunity, and once I explained how I hoped to keep it low-key and part-time, he was all for me going to talk to the department head to see what I could do.