Oh, hi there, internet. It’s been a while. So, any theories on where the last six weeks have gone? It seems as though I blinked and March and April disappeared. I can’t even say that I’ve been grading the whole time as that was heavier in January and February for me — before next week’s onslaught of final papers. March, at least, was filled with travel — for work and otherwise. I spent a delightful week in Montreal with my sisters and their adorable, adorable progeny. I was also in New York for a lightning fast conference trip — though I DID get to hang out with the delightful Susan and a host of other, non-blogging work friends. Conferencing is such a mixed bag — it’s a great opportunity to see fun places, hang out with colleagues who are geographically distant, and get some new ideas/ book suggestions BUT it’s also a moment for a reminder of how obnoxious certain aspects of academia can be. Old dude who tried to score cheap laughs at the expense of his undergraduates and dude grad students who think that my lady-brain can’t possibly match the awesome power of theirs, I’m looking at you. But now I’m home (or, more accurately, I’ve been home for OVER A MONTH) and am in the dying days of the term.
One of the buildings I’m teaching in this term is a bit of a treacherous hike from my office — it’s sloping downward over very uneven pavement — so I haven’t worn heels to teach as that’s a recipe for disaster. But, over the last two weeks, I’ve been meeting with my students to discuss their final papers, rather than holding class sessions, so I decided to break out the heels for those days where I was just in my office or only teaching in the building that doesn’t require risking life and limb to get to it. This is also a new chambray shirt. I’ve long had my eye on this one from the Gap — it’s got western detailing and pearl snaps, which appeals to my Prairie upbringing — so I snapped it up when it was on clearance. I’m quite smitten with it and plan on wearing the crap out of it until it gets ludicrously hot here and sleeves become unviable.
These jeggings are another recent, Gap sale purchase, worn here on a day last week where I met with fifteen students to discuss their papers. And then promptly passed out at home, never wanting to say another word. I actually really love doing these paper conferences, as I both love talking about writing with students AND having a captive audience — and this was a day when some of my very favorite students of this term were scheduled. But, man, by the end of the day, my brain was pretty fried.
How’s everyone doing? Hanging in there?