I had not planned on retiring yet. Not this year. Not next. I taught at an urban college for 33 years. 35 seemed like a good number. Two more years to take that serious look at our "financial future" and "potential healthcare costs." Something my husband and I have never given much attention.
Besides, who in their right mind retires during an
international pandemic? Who walks away from a secure tenured professorship in
the midst of the worst national unrest since the mid-1800s? Who abandons
financial security on the cusp of an election that will shape the future of our
world as we know it?
Apparently, I do.
The District, consisting of three colleges including the one
where I spent half my life, is in serious financial crisis. Rather than downsizing
the top-heavy administration or reducing the inflated salaries of the chancellor,
his ten vice chancellors and three presidents, they opted to reduce the tenured
teaching staff. Inflated you ask? The chancellor makes $303K, thirty percent more than our state
governor. Besides, reducing tenured faculty allows greater flexibility for future
adjunct faculty layoffs.
But don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t forced to retire. None of
us were (on my campus alone, nine tenured faculty have opted to leave). We were
offered a tenure buyout (50% of 2020-2021 salary) with five weeks to make
the decision and complete the retirement process. I cannot speak for the other
eight, but I couldn’t teach for a year knowing that if I stayed home, I’d still
receive half my salary.
I will miss my students and all they taught me. I will miss
having the opportunity to develop my online teaching skills this academic year
with an eye toward building a hybrid English language program for immigrants
and refugees when the campus eventually reopens. And I will miss participating in campus-wide efforts to create a truly antiracist environment.
But I am now retired. My head is spinning, and I am still trying to figure out how to structure my days. I have cycling and hiking, reading and writing, despite COVID. And best of all, by some inexplicable gift of synchronicity, my unexpected retirement coincides with the end of my daughter’s family leave and an offer she received to work dayshift. So, as she returns to Harborview ER, the joy of spending time with this little guy a few days each week will be all mine. How wonderful is that?!
