I set out some free jade plant cuttings in my apartment building yesterday. I came out today to this! Some kind person put out free plastic pots and even planted a few of the propagations. Wholesome reminder that fellow plant lovers are all around us💚
Hey there. Final grades have been submitted and I’m officially on break for 6 weeks! Would love to hear from you!
I’m so excited to have been invited for a final in-person interview with the dean of the college and department chair for a full-time faculty position. The interview is scheduled for one hour.
So far, I’ve completed:
A 15-minute virtual interview with the search committee.
A second in-person interview that included an hour-long Q&A, and a teaching demo.
So technically, this upcoming meeting is the third and final interview.
How do I avoid messing this up? This is my first time applying and interviewing for a full-time faculty position, and honestly, the whole process already feels a little too good to be true. I know I should be thinking about how I could contribute to the department beyond teaching, how I align with the community college’s mission, and what thoughtful questions I can bring to the conversation.
What else should I be doing to prepare? What kinds of things should I be thinking about going into a dean/chair-level interview?
You’re still here.
Like a shadow that never leaves,
always at my heels,
existing beyond what the light reveals.
And so we meet again.
Years have passed since I last saw you.
But when my eyes close,
I picture you clearly,
like my own face in a mirror,
only on someone I don’t recognize.
Innocent questions catch me off guard,
even in the most predictable of circumstances.
One answer is true, the other honest.
One I give, the other I live with.
I feel your presence in mother’s tears,
in father’s anger,
and in grandfather’s hopes that someday things will be different—
a dream we all reach for, knowing it will not reach us.
But most of all,
I feel you in the silence that settles after everything has already been said,
and in the certainty that it will not be the last time
I wipe her tears,
hold his anger,
and take grandfather's hand while he dreams.
You reach out sometimes, though I admit, I’m never sure why,
remembering me more gently than I remember you,
finding comfort in a past that forgets what it cost,
but I cannot leave behind what follows me.
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