I know, I know, I’ve been absent for a hundred years. Weekend before last, I got an email from CPP wondering if all was well, and I told him that he was worse than my mother for bothering me during a conference. But when I got an email from Historiann yesterday, I realized, wow – my bloggy peeps actually do have cause to be worried about me! It’s like tumbleweeds are populating this blogspace these days!
So here’s the deal:
- First there were conference preparations and then going off to a conference (which was fab, but intense).
- Then there were my travel woes, which put me WAY behind to start off last week.
- Then, upon my return to the classroom, I got (approximately) 20 paper proposals, 20 short papers, 40 annotated bibliographies. And I had a shit-ton of meetings with students related to papers that are coming in on Thursday of this week. Oh, and it’s advising time, too, so a shit-ton of meetings related to that.
- We’re searching for a new Very Important Administrator, so I’ve needed to come to campus for additional meetings related to that.
- Remember the Horrible Curriculum Clusterfuck from Hell (I don’t think that was the pseudonym I actually chose for it in the fall, but it was something like that)? Yeah, that’s still happening, and so I’ve had meetings (and a ridiculous amount of email) to deal with related to that. As I described to a colleague, the thing that makes me impatient and frustrated about curriculum is that I feel like every day for me is groundhog day (like the movie). I am constantly explaining curriculum to people, and then explaining the exact same thing. Day after fucking day. It’s much like students who think that if they ask the same question over and over again that they will somehow get a different answer. I want to think that my colleagues have greater intellectual capabilities, and a greater sense of responsibility to listen the first time, but apparently, no.
- And then there are my regular curriculum responsibilities (which will be over!!!!! in just 3 weeks!!!!! Because I’m done!!!!) In order to let you know the magnitude of my happiness about those being over, I will just note that I am ecstatic that I will be in charge of putting together a department assessment plan as my new Major Service Responsibility next year. And that seems like a break from service. (I know. I’m an idiot.)
- Oh, and then there was that department meeting where not enough of my colleagues showed up for there to be a quorum and for us to conduct any business. And now this week we need to have an “extra” meeting because of those assholes, and it will take place tomorrow, on my Sacred Wednesday. I would like to punch half of my department in the face.
- My parents were in town last weekend, which I love them and everything, but could they have picked a worse time? No, they could not have done. Did I punish them for their timing by making them do yard work? Yes, yes I did. (And yes, I know that makes me a terrible daughter, but maybe this will teach them not to visit in April in future.)
- Oh, and did I mention that I agreed to give the keynote talk at our grad students’ annual colloquium this coming weekend? Yeah, and I don’t have the talk written.
So, yes, I’m alive, and yes, I have too much going on to blog. I have a fantasy that things are going to be better after Tuesday, but I’m not sure that this is true. So if you don’t hear from me it’s not because I’ve died or something – it’s just that I’m busy as fucking fuck.
But, to look on the bright side, I only have two Motherfucking Tuesdays left to go!!!!!!
P.S. In the meantime, I managed today to spend an extended time in class forcing students to talk deeply about a moment in a novel in which the protagonist fucked his lover in a puddle of the lover’s urine as well as to talk about Judith Butler and Foucault in another class. Life with teaching (with tenure) is *really freaking great*.