Spring Classes Cancelled. Call me.

Thus comes the inglorious email message to end my seventeen years as adjunct professor teaching a host of fiber arts at the local community college.

Any California teacher who hasn't been apprehensive about the future with the current state of the state budget and the legislature's utter disregard for access to public education would be a fool. But of the two college districts for which I work, this was the "sure" one.

The not-so-local community college has kept it's faculty on edge for endless months of daily email updates from The Board, the chancellor, the president, the dean, the head of the department... They are forthcoming!

But all things had been put in place for business as usual here: schedules printed, facilities reserved, Student Learning Outcomes written, and even an extra class assigned to me subbing for a fellow instructor on leave.

It's no wonder we are in shock with a single week of the present semester at hand.

This is 50% of my income.

God comes to us disguised as our life. - Paula D’Arcy

And, once again, I avow that God always provides what we need.

I am now free to pursue teaching additional 1- and 2-day workshops, finishing patterns for retail sale, getting work into galleries, scheduling more quilt guild lectures, maybe opening an Etsy shop...

Oh, boy - what to do first!?!

(Thanks to Mary Tabar, fellow unemployed instructor and pal, for hosting the Textures group last evening for a Discharge Dyeing class. Clearly it was fun and cathartic.)