How to Quit Your Dream Job

The Notice

Dear California College of the Arts,

I’m leaving. This will be my last semester.

But I think you already knew that.

I don’t know if I will ever find a job that will be a better fit for me than managing the Hybrid Lab. I’ve learned so much in such a little amount of time. My role here has allowed me to grow and explore in ways I would have never guessed. With the students, I have been able to teach, discuss, and joke with some of the most intelligent and creative minds of my generation. When I arrived, I was awestruck by the caliber of the faculty. And I still am. The staff is some of the most influential, hardest working, creative, and truly wonderful people I have ever met. As in all academic institutions, their work is under appreciated.

But you weren’t that way with me. Only in an art school could I have gotten away with the ideas and projects I have attempted. Thank you.

I’ll be leaving San Francisco. This summer, my partner and I will be driving a tiny school bus filled with robots and tools back to the family farm in Minnesota. I want to be with my family. I want to sit on that land and think. And build.

I’ll still be an educator but I’m not interested in the traditional institution of education. It’s the issue with student debt. It’s crippling the potential of my generation.

Community education is what interests me. I’m planning on teaching technology workshops throughout rural communities. I feel that these tools that I have become an expert on have greater potential for impact than what I’ve seen happening in San Francisco. San Francisco seems to think wearable selfie drones can have impact on society. If that is true, I’m in the wrong society.

As my parents did before me, I’m going back to the land.

At least for now.

All the best,

Andrew Maxwell-Parish

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