I’ve been in a job search frenzy for the past week or so. Starting to lose sight of why I enrolled in an alternative, interdisciplinary PhD program in Media, Art, and Text. Starting to think that dragging my family all over the US in search of that tenure-track faculty position is what I did this for. That was never my intention. Never.
Like the picture? I took it this summer on our family trip – inserted here simply because I like it. Okay, and because it has trees. So … I never intended to chase after that elusive tenure-track position. I’m a teacher by trade, a good one. I’ve been working on my Teaching Portfolio this morning – adding a few things, modifying a few things.
Because I’m working on an application to teach core communications classes, I pulled up the Core Curriculum Course I designed to take another look at it. I call the course: Obsession & Outliers, Insiders & Outsiders: Whose Story Is It? The idea is that I use interesting course material from media studies as a Trojan horse to provide students a place to practice and improve core academic skills: presentation skills, writing, information fluency (we used to call it research), critical thinking.
Here’s the syllabus: Obsession & Outliers, Insiders & Outsiders: Whose Story Is It?
So what was my intention in pursuing the Media, Art & Text PhD? I do want to teach at the University level – I do it well and I needed the paper credential to have a shot at earning a living wage. I wanted to continue to improve as a writer. I’ve done that. I’m also gaining skills as an audio documentary producer. And an oral historian. I designed my own website and know enough about coding to clean up the posts on my blogs.
The forest? I’m kinda deep in the trees right now.
Applying for jobs that sound interesting and that I’m qualified to do. In places we might consider living. ‘Cause it’s the next right thing to do, sort of like getting this degree was the next right thing to do.
“Way will open” – that’s what Quakers say. Kinda like what you see in this picture, also from our summer trip.
At the start of this trail, I smelled something strong, with a twinge of ammonia. I thought it was urine. My assumption was drunks partying and peeing in the woods, but the park rangers said that a mountain lion had been there, that the scent was hers.
There’s much I don’t know. I do know, because I walked it, that the end of this sandy trail through the woods opened onto the vista I posted in the other photograph. Sand dunes and small stands of trees and the Pacific Ocean stretching out beyond everything. I was with people I love on a beautiful day, in a beautiful place.
When I looked back, I could see the forest.