Why I Sympathize with Day Laborers

Years ago an adjunct professor quipped to me, "We're the proletariats of academia." This has certainly been my experience as an adjunct professor at, let's say, University A (UA).

I have been with UA for more than 21 years, sometimes teaching one class, sometimes a few, sometimes as many as five, sometimes none. (How many people do you know who are able to handle that kind of fluctuation in income?) Often I have been asked on the Friday before classes start if I could teach a class, or I have begun teaching a class and then it is canceled and I receive nothing in compensation.

Over the years I have gone from a semester contract to a one-year contract and now a three-year contract. Each level is supposed to give me more leverage, more respect, more consideration, but when push comes to shove, these contracts don't mean a thing. For the last four or five semesters, I have had to remind the department chair that, according to the contract, I am guaranteed six classes per year and he has to give me first right of refusal before offering the classes to anyone else. That has been violated so many times, I lose count. So often, in clear violation of the contract, the chair has brought in people with no teaching experience to teach classes I have been teaching for years.

When I have gone to the union, the reps are sympathetic, but say that, in the end, it is up to the department chair's discretion. "So then what good does a three-year contract do," I ask, "if it's all up to the chair's discretion?" To this they say something like, "Well, it should put you in a better position, but there's no guarantee."

This is akin to presidential signing statements. Bush signs a bill into law that Congress has passed, then issues a signing statement that negates the parts of the bill that he does not want to adhere to. So what good is Congress and what good is it to pass legislation that is so flagrantly disregarded? The same thing with part-time faculty contracts: Why do we have them if they are meaningless during those times when their substance is most needed?

And so, because of the struggles with UA, including numerous meetings with union reps, the dean, and chairs re my contract, several years ago, I began courting let's call it University B. Though UB said "no" to me many times, I finally got a "yes" because a faculty member died. I was brought in to teach a night class this fall. At the time I first met with the chair at UB, he said he could see no problem about getting me the same salary as I am getting at UA. I proceeded with that gentleman's agreement all through the summer, reading the text, preparing the syllabus, and getting ready for the class. A week before the start of the semester, I was told, "Sorry, but we're paying you $800 less than you make at UA." I felt badly, but the chair said there was nothing he could do. I reluctantly agreed, since I had already put in 25 hours and if I did not accept the assignment, I would have been out that time with not a dime to show for it.

Last Tuesday I picked up my contract. (It's pretty standard that contracts are given to adjuncts after they have already begun teaching.) Instead of being $800 less, it was now $1,334 less. Basically, I'd be making a little over 2/3 of what I make for a 3.3-unit class at UA. Then I spoke with someone from the pension fund and was informed that working at this reduced rate would reduce my pension by $50/month, so basically, it would cost me money to teach this class.

I returned to the department chair at UB with this info, and though he was angry, he said he would talk to the dean about getting me the same money as I am getting at UA and he would get back to me. That was Wednesday morning.

I didn't hear anything on Wednesday. I didn't hear anything yesterday. Today I sent him an email and then gave him a call. When I reached him, he said he had hired someone else. Would I please return the book and the keys? So I guess if I had not contacted him, he would never had had the decency to contact me. I would have showed up to teach on Tuesday and would have met the new instructor! Unbelievable the lack of respect.

Yes, adjunct professors are the proletariats of academia. Or to put it in a more contemporary vernacular, we're the day laborers. It's like, "Hey, if you don't want to teach the class, who cares, we can go down to Home Depot and pick someone up there."

Every time I drive past Home Depot and see those guys hanging out, waiting for a job, any job, I think of the lot of adjunct professors, the day laborers of academia.