My summer vacation is over. Today I sit through a whole day of meetings — University, Academic Affairs, College, and Division. Everyone has the idea of having their meetings on the same day so we have a couple of extra days to get our stuff together for classes. Whee.
I have all my stuff together. Except my brain. It’s still in summer mode.
I wrote 1200 words yesterday on the latest novel, which is more than I had been writing for a while. I still don’t know what I think of this novel — it seems like a lot of conversations right now. I don’t know if it has enough action yet. The good news is that the story is setting up future situations and complications as it should. I have to remind myself to just keep writing — I can edit later.
I have this theory that I write better when writing is distracting me from other things I need to do. Right now I have papers to grade, but suddenly I have this hankering to write. I’ve scheduled part of today to write and part to rest. Tomorrow I have a concert to go to in the afternoon; I may grade during the morning. Or Monday; Monday will be soon enough.
I will get through this semester. I will write this book.
This school year (do you call it that when it’s teaching college?) went by very fast. There’s a pile of grading standing between me and the end of the year. Some of it I will get done this weekend; the rest during the week while I am giving final exams. I will get through grading, and then on to the summer.
I think I will have 10 interns this summer. That’s not a lot of interns, but it will keep me busy. I will have time to rest and write in between internship supervision. I already have prepped my classes for fall while bored in my office, so I’m ahead of the game.
I need this break. It has been an intense school year.
We’re traveling back today, so this is going to be a short entry. I would have skipped it but I don’t want to break my posting streak.
I’m going to have time to work on classes when I return. More days with a flexible schedule will be welcome. Spring semester will get here soon enough.
This is how the university is styling this day. The message on the web site, in the hype video we got treated to, and the administration’s speeches, is “Day One”. And Day One for faculty and staff means one thing: meetings.
I am between meeting #2 and #3 right now eating lunch. Meeting #1 is the whole university (not the students, but everyone else) and Meeting #2 is Academic (faculty and staff who support students). Lunch is PSub and meeting #3 is my school meeting. Then the rest of this week is last minute work before classes start on Monday.
On Monday I teach three classes: General Psychology (a new one for me), and two sections of Case Management. I manage 6 interns. I sit office hours and wait for things to get interesting. And they will.
How do I write during the school year? I don’t know how, but I do. On evenings, weekends, Tuesdays and Thursdays between other work I have to do. I sometimes write more efficiently during the school year because my mind has enough buzzing in it to make my writing brain more active. It’s hard to explain. It’s like only being able to write in a room with music or other distraction, which is also something I deal with.
This is all ahead of me. For now I will enjoy the meetings as best I can. Here’s to a great semester!
I don’t do well with nothing to do. Yes, over these last few weeks of break (about three weeks of break) I’ve spent a lot of time just recovering from the semester, but I don’t do relaxation well. I think I’ve said this before; I get frustrated with sitting down and not accomplishing anything. With 1.5 days till the beginning of classes, I’ve had enough of relaxation.
You’d think I could have spent that time doing the projects I don’t have time for during the Spring and Fall Semester. (And, to be fair, I did some of those projects, particularly editing Gaia’s Hands, which went live on Amazon on January 1.) I could have done class prep (I did this, weeks ahead of time.) But I didn’t start a new novel or anything like that because, I admit, I needed the rest.
So over break, I got little work done, and I feel guilty for not taking time to do the work. So if someone asks me what I did over break, I’ll answer, “I didn’t do a lot of anything.” And I will feel guilty because I could have practically finished a novel by then. Or edited more work on ProWritingAid. Or something madly ambitious.
Perhaps I needed to do nothing so I could charge myself for the semester, which I think promises to be stressful: students tired of COVID restrictions in the face of even more illnesses under Omicron, the dreariness of winter and the lack of sunlight, all the minor irritations accumulating by midterms. I, as the professor, need to be the sane one (and as you might recall, I have bipolar disorder, so sanity has some challenges.) So, if it’s possible to soak up relaxation, I have been doing so. And I shouldn’t be ashamed of it.
But it’s time to get back into the work world. I can feel it.
The beginning of the school year is special, even at the college level, a shiny new time. We don’t have beginning of school pictures, but we have our first days where students find their new classrooms (sometimes unsuccessfully) and check their websites for class material and yes, even party.
The motif among the students seems to be 80’s reunion. I’m seeing a lot of colorful hair — a lot. I see some funky updos among the women. I see some skateboards. I’m waiting for the underwear outside the long-sleeved clothes.
There’s a lot of politeness in the hallways and in the classes. If the students are stressed (which they are) they’re responding with kindness.
This year seems to be a good one for my classes. I’ve had a good amount of class participation — sharp, insightful class participation. This gives me hope for the semester.
I need to do my share by structuring class so that there’s a lot of interaction and connection. I’m looking at course material to see what I can do to promote that.
I’m hoping that these classes become rich and memorable (and informative).
Thus are the shiny new goals of the new school year.
It’s officially the end of my summer. As I’ve said before in these pages, my life goes by the academic calendar. Summer starts about the second week of May, when my schedule becomes more languid. Autumn, and the beginning of my year, starts on the first day of school in the fall.
I go to meetings tomorrow through Tuesday, and then it’s time for classes. I think I’m ready, and I think I’m rested. I think I can clean my office this weekend (the ritual start to the school year). I’m as ready as I can be — with 27 years at this, I think I know what I’m doing. I’m not feeling that rush I feel at the beginning of the fall semester, though. Maybe it’s because I’ve been teaching for almost 30 years (more than that if you count grad school).
Maybe it’s because I’m not going to the beginning of semester picnic, because it’s going to be a couple hundred people and held indoors (so are the beginning of semester meetings, which doesn’t make me happy as I can’t avoid them.)
The rush may come back to me when I stay up for the fireworks next Tuesday, or when I’m back in the classroom, even with all of those masks in the seats (we’re masking again due to the delta variant of COVID).
I’m going to find something new to motivate for the school year. Maybe frame one of the three or so posters for my office. Maybe bring in some coffee for my office coffeemaker (a Nespresso). Maybe get my nails done in Bearcat green.
I’m looking for the shine of a shiny new year. Make suggestions for me.
We’re having trouble with coffee in the household. A coffee crisis, one may say.
Our daily coffee brewing (using an electric vacuum pot, which is hard to find these days) has disintegrated into a pot of coffee that is half good. In other words, the first 1-2 cups are perfect and the rest is either weak or sour.
We’ve been playing with grind size, which is why we go from weak or sour. We’re probably not on the right grind size, or so my husband hypothesizes.
I think there’s something wrong with the heating element of the pot myself. Which is a shame, because KitchenAid no longer makes that coffee maker, and I’m not sure anyone else makes an electric vacuum pot either. It may be time to go back to a French press pot or a pourover or an non-electric vacuum pot or something else low-tech. Something that requires a little more work for this lazy household.
Heavens, I hope not! Things at the household are actually going pretty smoothly, other than my blahs, and I’m about to go into counseling about that. I’ve suffered an identity crisis over the past seven years, because life now isn’t like life before bipolar meds. So I’m seeking some help over that. No trouble at all.
Friday is zero hour, the beginning of semester meetings. I’ll sit through a couple days of meetings and then classes start.
This summer emptied out into the flattest vista of grey, and I curled up in it. I know this has been the most restful summer I’ve had, and that if I’m not rested up for the fall, I’ll never be.
I still don’t know if I’m ready for the semester to start. I don’t know if I’m ready for the color and the cacophony of all the college students yet, the part of my life where I stand in front of a class and try to make the subject’s information real, the part where I unleash my odd sense of humor to help capture my students. I have forgotten that “professor” is one of my roles.
But this happens at the end of every summer, and the transition is made easier by the rituals of beginning: The all-employee picnic. The all-staff and faculty meetings. The greeting of new students. The cleaning of my office.
I’m ready. As ready as I’ll ever get. Bring on the cacophony.
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