I’ve been pretty quiet lately, haven’t I?
I knew I had but I didn’t realize just how quiet until I took a look and saw that my last post was from Arizona on the ides of March.
Needless to say, a few things have happened since then.
Classes are done. Papers have been handed in and exams have been graded. Graduation has happened. My first year of grad school is over. I am registered for my fall classes to launch my second year.
At this point, my thoughts go in half a dozen different directions.
I only have three years of coursework to do for this degree and I’m already finished with 1/3 of it. And next year will feel like I’m really getting somewhere because I’ll be getting my Master’s degree at the end of it. This time next year, I’ll probably be beside myself.
Well, I hope I won’t be too ridiculous about it. After all, the Master’s isn’t what I’m here for and the Master’s isn’t what I’ll be excited about, either.
I am in Arizona.
I’ve never been here before.
The skies are cloudless and clear, and in the mornings, between 7:00 am and 9:00 am or so, it’s pleasantly cool outside. Perfect walking weather.
After that, it’s hot.
There are flowering trees and bushes everywhere, so the air always smells wonderfully sweet like nowhere I’ve ever lived or visited.
It’s a beautiful place but even this early in the almost-spring, you definitely need to be indoors by about 10am. Continue reading
I am excited.
In less than a week, I’ll be boarding a plane to fly out to Arizona to visit with my daughters. While I’m there, I’ll make an opportunity to take a run over to Las Vegas to visit with Gina’s godmother, who has been a friend for 40 years (wow! @__@) and is one of my favorite people on the planet.
I will also get to meet the significant others of both my daughters. I gather they are both a tiny bit nervous but I know it will be fine. Truth to tell, I’m a tiny bit nervous, too.
It’ll be good.
I’m also excited because I’ll get to register for fall classes a couple of weeks after I get back from Arizona.
What’s exciting about registering for fall classes? Continue reading
I have just discovered something about myself.
I don’t like schedules, at least not very rigid ones. That’s why I don’t like the nine-to-five routine and why I have struggled against that cubicle life for so long. One of my favorite things about life in academia is that there is so much variety.
No two semesters are the same. You don’t teach the same courses two semesters in a row. Even if you did, you don’t get the same students, so it’s still a difference course. There are always new theories to read about, and ways for you to contribute to those conversations if you’re felling so inclined. And you can always create a brand new course that doesn’t exist in your organization’s curricula, addressing a gap that you are uniquely qualified to fill.
This is not something new, either. I have never appreciated routine, especially if it is extremely rigid routine. Variety has always been the spice of my life.
And yet … and yet, every now and then, I discover that stability is good for me.