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" May 30, 2009 I was resolved to find a new job \u2014 and end my relationship with Nathan and Hollywood \u2014 so I started sending out emails and making phone calls to everyone I could think of. In this economy, I knew it could take awhile.  Sam and I had a long brainstorming session early in the week, before we went to sleep, about the qualities I should look for in the new job. I had changed jobs more times in the last two years than I had in the ten years before that! I knew I had to be careful this time. I wanted to walk into something that could provide stability. &amp;quot;In an ideal world, most of all,&amp;quot; I told Sam. &amp;quot;I want a job that will surround me with good people, allow me to focus on my photography, and give me plenty of time off to be with Lili.&amp;quot; I laughed, hearing the list myself. &amp;quot;Or, just give me plenty of time with Lili.&amp;quot;  Sam kissed me and shut off the light. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ll find you that,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sure of it.&amp;quot; I was less sure, but I appreciated his vote of support. And just as I started to fall asleep in his arms, he said something that made us both reach to turn the light back on. &amp;quot;What about teaching?&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Teaching?&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;Yes, like at a university or a trade school or a high school,&amp;quot; he said. I loved that idea. I started running through the possibilities in my mind. Especially on the college level, I would be able to have lots of free time to be with Lili, and I would get to be surrounded by young people trying to find their path with their art. I would love to be a part of that! And I could be good at it, I knew it in my heart, but how could I begin to make that happen? &amp;quot;That sounds great, but why would they hire me?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I have no teaching experience.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You have a lot of real life experience though. Especially at some of the trade schools in New York, that is what they are looking for most. I have a college friend who teaches at The New School in the history and drama departments. Betsy Morgan. I&amp;#039;ll call her tomorrow and we&amp;#039;ll put you guys in touch.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That would be amazing,&amp;quot; I said. Sam did what he said, and two days later, I walked over to Joe&amp;#039;s on 13th Street to meet Betsy for a cup of coffee before her first class and before I had to head to work. We talked for a long time and Betsy explained to me that many teachers at her school \u2014 especially in the arts \u2014 were working artists like me.  &amp;quot;Believe me, this isn&amp;#039;t tenure track teaching I&amp;#039;m talking about,&amp;quot; Betsy said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s adjunct work, at least at first. But to get your feet wet, it is a good opportunity. I can put you in touch with the head of the photography department about teaching a night class or two.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Really. He&amp;#039;s a friend of mine actually.&amp;quot; Then, just as I was feeling so hopeful, I got an email from the head of the department saying they had no availability for any adjunct teaching during the summer session.  But Betsy speaks warmly of you and your fianc\u00E9, so perhaps in the fall.  I was deflated \u2014 until I noticed that a second email came in from him. You may want to check with Noah Armstrong over at SVA.  SVA was short for School of Visual Arts \u2014 a very hip art school in downtown Manhattan. I had always heard amazing things about SVA, and their photography program graduated so many talented photographers that I had heard of and worked with over the years. I sat down in my trailer and composed the most thoughtful email I think I have ever written to Noah Armstrong, telling him how much I respected his school and how I would love the opportunity to sit down and speak with him about any potential opportunity. I got a one-line response back.  Be in my office. Saturday Morning, 11 AM. Bring portfolio.  I arrived, nervous as could be, in my best pants suit with my portfolio newly updated for Noah&amp;#039;s consideration. When Noah called me in, he didn&amp;#039;t do much to make my nerves go away. He was a large man who looked a little like Santa Claus, but he wasn&amp;#039;t very friendly. He was all business from the start, which was fine with me. Good with me for a change! He asked me questions for over an hour, and then started going through my portfolio with painstaking precision. &amp;quot;You are a lucky girl,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;One of my adjuncts just bailed on me.&amp;quot; I wanted to correct him that I wasn&amp;#039;t that lucky \u2014 I had managed to walk into several job situations that ended badly, my daughter&amp;#039;s father was becoming completely MIA (which was better than when his crazy wife was making my life miserable), I was constantly worried that my sister (who I didn&amp;#039;t know) would do something to upset her son, who I loved like my own at this point.  But I did feel lucky, at the same time. I felt lucky for so much in my life. And I felt lucky for the next words out of Noah Armstrong&amp;#039;s mouth. &amp;quot;I can give you one course. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights. 7 \u2013 8:30. Photography for the First Years. I&amp;#039;ll be in the room observing the first week you teach,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You do well with that, you keep the class. You do well with the class, we&amp;#039;ll talk. Deal?&amp;quot; I smiled. I smiled so big, I almost cried. &amp;quot;Deal,&amp;quot; I said. Noah Armstrong gave me his first smile. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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