It’s like I settled in to write lectures on September 8th, and here I am almost four weeks later, still writing. September in academia is a whirlwind around a crap storm.
Here on the other side, in the sweet early days of October, less than twenty-four hours away from my first giant pile of marking, a routine has begun to emerge. Once again, it all seems manageable instead of overwhelming.
I’m teaching two courses this term, one of which is an upper-year group of twenty-five students who are absolutely fantastic. The majority of the group appears to do all the readings (a miracle unto itself), then they talk to each other and to me, and they say smart, insightful things. They make it easy to get out of bed twice a week. I. Am. Grateful.
In other news, the countdown’s on for E-Jo’s birthday. Can you feel the excitement? My (preliminary) gift to her is the following set of autumn-ish images of a non-teaching-day ensemble. The leaves are falling, but it’s still warm enough for bare arms in the middle of the day: