For the first time in many years, I already have signed summer contracts. I'm not heading into June with my last paydate circled on my checkbook register and already a tightness in my chest about finances. This summer, my family will not be living in what I've come to refer to as "The Scrape" -- that horrid period of time when all checks have stopped and even though I've begun working again, the new ones haven't started coming in. That can be anywhere from one to two months depending on various institutions' pay schedules. Even writing about it makes my stomach feel queasy, which brings me to this request:
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This academic year started out at the ebb tide for me--I felt as though the old things were falling away and rushing off. I admit I wondered if I were in fact going to be left standing on an empty beach or crushed by an incoming wave of awful. However, now I am working with a great team to prepare exciting new programming for our students in the upcoming year. My child who was quite ill is doing well again. The trees suddenly all burst into leaf and spring returned to our cold corner of the planet. Now is the time to plant seeds of all kinds. Make them those that bear good harvest in time.
In Solidarity with Contingent/Casual Faculty Everywhere,
The Unarmed Education Mercenary