I’ve been
sitting on this story, waiting for an appropriate cool down period, I guess.
Not for the subject matter, but for myself. I had to know if my feelings went
unchanged.
They have.
The
previous F3 was inspired by this story.
Two months
back an instructor at my school quit. Mid-semester. She found better, more
consistent employment, strolled into the department chair’s office, and
resigned.
At the time
this was related to me by other friends, I smiled. I may have even chuckled.
So did
they.
This is
what has become of our jobs, where all of us feel a need to get out, to escape,
and we greatly admire anyone who can manage to pull off the feat.