Yes, that includes my institution. Which means that I get a catch-up day, on what would normally be a wicked-heavy teaching day, at a point in the semester in which I really need it. A day in which to finish a conference paper (which is a portion of a draft of a chapter – yay conference paper that has meaning in the constellation of making progress on the book!), to do some grading, and to do some household-y stuff that I’ve not had time to accomplish since the whole Home Renovation Flash Mob descended on my house last week. (I know, I know, it doesn’t really count as a “flash mob” because it wasn’t a seemingly pointless act, but it did take place without forewarning and in such a way that it seemed like people had just descended upon me and started doing crap from out of nowhere.)
And I don’t even need to feel guilty about it! Indeed! My catch-up day is positively American! Now, of course, I will also go vote tomorrow (one of only two errands: the other being to go to the liquor store after the polls close, because I’m sure I’ll need alcohol to get me through the election coverage tomorrow night).
Compared with many of my colleague-peeps, I’m actually feeling really good about how things are at this point in my semester. I think it’s because I’ve been in service hell for the four years prior to this (as well as personal-life upheaval hell for two of those), so as much as I can use the day, I’m feeling alright. You know what makes a huge difference in one’s morale? Having worked very hard on a Terrible Service Task for years and then letting it go and realizing that a) the world didn’t end when you did and b) that doing so doesn’t mean that you don’t have a voice in things: it just means that you’re not doing Terrible Service.
So things chug along, and I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel in my semester. And I am feeling good about how things are in general. And I’m stoked that I’m going to see Aimee Mann in concert this weekend! And that I’ll get to see BES give a conference paper! And that it’s almost Thanksgiving, and over the Thanksgiving Weekend we’ll get my kitchen painted and the window treatments done, and then the crazy kitchen renovation will be totally complete!
Now, a few more other random thoughts:
- I often find myself glad that I have never gotten a tattoo, but it occurs to me that part of the reason that I feel this (aside from my general fear that I’d make a decision I’d regret that would be utterly permanent) is that I would hate it if I had a crappy tattoo (as so many are). Really nice tattoos are, in fact, really nice. But badly done tattoos? UNFORTUNATE.
- Why do the people on the voice so often pronounce words that they sing in exceptionally weird ways? Like the word “time” might come out like “TYaheeemmee.” I think they think they are being really interesting vocalists, but it’s just fucking weird.
- You know what I hate more than anything? Students who are the “sour expression” students. Lots of times they are totally happy: it’s just their faces make it seem like they hate everything (including me). It’s funny that I hate this as much as I do, as I have it on good authority that I was exactly this student, and that my face at rest while thinking looks pissed off.
At any rate, I am very much looking forward to voting tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to not teaching. Yay Election Day! (Also, I will be elated for Election Day to be over, because as a person who lives in the television viewing area of a major city in a Swing State, and yet who lives in a state where her vote is likely not to matter, I am fucking sick of “Bronco Bamma” and Mitt Ramen-y, and I am ready to be done with this whole shebang. That said, I am also proud to report that the majority of the students in my intro to the English major course have apparently all been volunteering for various campaigns and are all about the civic engagement with this election. Which just goes to show you that a major in English makes for an engaged electorate, which is NOT the case in my classes with non-majors, not even in the classes where students will be voting for the very first time – like my freshmen gen ed class – who haven’t even bothered to register to vote or to pay attention to any of this election hoo-ha.)