I applied for a full-time instructor position in December. It was a long shot. I hadn’t thought about applying – didn’t want to just go through the motions when I knew the job wouldn’t be given to me. There were too many people in line ahead of me. Too many people more qualified.
People began asking me if I was applying…. suggesting that I should apply. “I don’t know,” would be my reply. But after enough people (voices of the universe) added light, support, and unshakeable momentum to the conversation, I started thinking it might be worth at least going through the process. By this point, I knew that teaching – in some capacity – was part of my path, and maybe it would be good to get familiar with this difficult, time consuming, and anxiety-ridden process for whenever I felt like a viable candidate for such a position. With the students who deserved the option of having a compassionate, black male professor in mind, I gathered my application materials and applied for the position.
I was selected for a first-round interview. I was selected for a second-round interview. I met with the president of the college, who offered me the position. Starting in the fall, I will be a full-time professor.
This is almost unheard of. It’s not supposed to happen like this. This is not normal.
This is now normal.
FULLtime magic.
BRAVO!!! Magical moment for magical YOU! ONWARD!!! 💜💜💜
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