Here we are, on a fast track to Thanksgiving. Not for the first time, I have thought, what happened to November?
I have spent much of my November writing and rewriting accreditation documents--but I knew that's what I would be doing. I've been working very long hours--over 9 hours, every day, day after day--but it won't always be this way.
I do return home feeling like my brain has been obliterated, but I'm glad that I am still waking up in the morning feeling energized. I still manage to get some writing done.
Let me record some snippets from the past week:
--When people were sad about my leaving, I used to say, "I'm not moving to Idaho." But in some ways, it feels like I've moved to the Keys--I'm still close enough to see old friends, but not on a daily basis. And with the necessity of getting 18 months of accreditation work done during 2 months, it's hard to see people at all, and certainly not for lunch. Sigh.
--I've been looking at files to determine length of time that various faculty members have spent teaching and in their field of occupation. I now feel very old. My 28 years of teaching: a far longer time than most of our faculty.
--I wrote this Facebook post which in many ways summarizes my week: "I am taking a 5 minute break from accreditation documents. Let me also note that a woman who wakes up at 2:30 needs coffee about right now. Lucky for me, my new campus comes with a Keurig machine--and I don't even have to supply the coffee pods. Life is good. Back to those documents!"
--The other wonderful work event: We got holiday appreciation letters--with a gift card! At my old work, it had been years since we had gotten any sort of thank you beyond the occasional thank you e-mail or card--and often, not even that. I had forgotten how good that feels.
--At one point this week, as I've heard the reports about Trump's transition team and the possible appointments, I thought about my assertions that I could be ready to lead if my country had need of me. But could I? Would I be any better positioned than Trump if I had won the election?
--Yes, I would have. I would have had a plan in place, and a back up plan and another few plans, just in case.
--Today I heard someone on an NPR show talking about the Trump transition quote Chairman Mao: "Revolution is not a dinner party." My mind, of course, went to the idea of revolutionary dinner parties: the food, the music, and the essential question of who does the work (the cooking, the clean up) that comes with a dinner party.
--And yes, I do realize that Mao meant something else entirely. His revolutionary dinner party would involve camps, and not the fun, scrapbooking/hiking kind. Mao's revolutionary dinner party would not ask the hard question about the work of a dinner party, since food would not be served.
And now, onward towards a different kind of feast: Thanksgiving!
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