- One grant application submitted – check.
- Promotion materials approximately 75% complete and will certainly be done no later than Monday – check.
- 4 stacks of things to grade? Not touched, but soon!
- Two more grant apps (one external, one internal) that must be done by Oct.1
- Attempts at a personal life…. moving right along, in fits and starts. The good news is that it’s ok that I’m a workaholic. The annoying news is that the reason that this is ok is that my current One True Love is similarly a workaholic. Will we ever have time to see one another more than once a week? I am hopeful, but not optimistic.
- A student who “hates, like HATES” in a way that is totally upsetting her, James Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. All I can say is that I am kind of proud that she’s hating something even though it’s on a syllabus. Because, frankly, she is a student who twists herself into knots to love anything a prof has assigned.
- My colleagues. MY COLLEAGUES. I can’t even.
I appear to have what I believe is a cold. I believe that this is a cold, and not allergies, because Footloose has reported a scratchy throat, the appearance of which neatly coincides with the appearance of my congestion. Further, two days prior to these happenings, CC reported similar symptoms, which I dismissed as allergies, and we hung out. So either we all have allergies, or we all have an awful end-of-summer cold. Breathing out of one nostril, it is not fun.
But so yes, the semester is off to an… interesting… start.
My classes are fabulous. They are full of students (which may not seem like something to brag about, but given the situation of some of my colleagues, this is something to brag about), the students are enthusiastic and excited about the material, and my return to a MWF schedule remains the best decision I ever made. I am very excited about what I will accomplish in the classroom this semester, and about what my students will accomplish.
Kind of on the back burner until mid-September, though I am going to try to get another article polished and submitted.
I’m applying for two NEH grants, and I’m applying for an internal grant, too. All of those deadlines will happen by October 1.
I’m applying for full promotion, and that deadline is September 15. I figure I’m about two thirds of the way done with putting all of that together, and I should be done-done by September 12. The process is tedious and exhausting, and I am totally flying without a net since I’ve had virtually no mentoring and since we are moving to an electronic format for the first time. I’m trying to convince myself it doesn’t matter if I get it.
Service and the institution:
This is where things get really interesting. Lots of Big Initiatives and Big Changes afloat at my institution. None of this is a surprise, though I fully expect many faculty to be SHOCKED and AFFRONTED and for the rumor mill to go into overdrive with paranoid conspiracy theories. We hired a new president two years ago, and in that two years we have had a massive administrative turn over, as is typical. We also have a new strategic plan, and we are coming up for our accreditation 5-year review. And we are revamping our budget model – which dates back to the 1970s – and assessment is HAPPENING although most people outside of the Colleges of Business, Health Professions, and Education seem to have been unaware that this was coming (huh? what planet have they been on?). And apparently we are also “revisiting” our General Education program.
And I apparently am going to be the Assessment Guru of my College.
It looks like I am back in the thick of things, in spite of my efforts to scale back over the past couple of years and to get the target off of my back. Indeed, I feel like the target is large and red and has flashing lights.
Whatever. If I learned anything from my work on curriculum a few years ago, I can handle a target on my back. I will live to fight another day, whatever this academic year holds. I’m not sure that others will be able to say the same.
So, I am officially 40 now, even though I started celebrating 3 weeks early. And, to my surprise, I have been carded four times when attempting to purchase alcohol in that time, and one of those times the young whippersnapper cashier at Kroger actually disputed my ID – I said, “No, I just had short hair then,” and he said, “I know this is you, but there is no way you were born in 1974. I was thinking 1982 tops, but more like 1985.” I also have had a bunch of people randomly comment positively on how great I look. I can only put it down to the fact that I am wearing heavy bangs and they cover my forehead wrinkles?
In other news, professional things proceed apace. I am totally overwhelmed and busy, but all goes well.
And then there is the whole “dating two guys” thing. Footloose and The Mailman remain in the picture, and I’ve been out on three dates a piece with them. Of those three dates per suitor, I have cooked dinner for each once. I think they are both great, in equal and opposite ways. One is very cool, and he inspires me to be cooler. One is very relaxed, and he inspires me to be very relaxed. Those are just two examples. Who the fuck knows.
But if you would have told me that I would be dating two great guys and feeling great about my professional life and have a great crew of friends and feel like there are too many great things to do to the extent that I am exhausted (though righteously so) at 40 years old, say, when I was 38? I would not have believed you.
Turns out, 40 is the most fabulous age ever. First day of school is tomorrow. I should be asleep, but alas, I got totally off schedule over the summer. The good news is my first class is at 11 AM tomorrow, and I got totally ready for Day 1 and 2 when I went into the office on Saturday.
Random thing: If you’re not watching The Witches of East End on lifetime, and if you were a Buffy fan? YOU SHOULD BE.
What shall his pseudonym be? My mom immediately began calling him “Footloose” when I told her about him, for apparently “Minister’s Son from Nebraska” to her translates directly into Kevin Bacon using the bible to convince a town to allow the dancing. At any rate, I cannot decide something of this magnitude right now, but it may be that “Footloose,” unfortunately, will stick.
So we had our second date tonight, which was, as the first date was, absolutely perfect. I have to say, I have never gone out with anybody like him. Which is saying something, particularly given the fact that I have gone out with like 20 different men in the past year. He is “both a gentleman and yet not… “nice.” I mean, he doesn’t put on the whole “I’m a nice guy” thing. If I were to pick the top adjectives to describe him, I would say he is friendly, direct, interesting, genuine, thoughtful, confident, driven, and smart. He isn’t terribly funny – like he’s not a “funny guy” – but I laugh a lot when I am with him. And I really love talking to him. There is never an awkward pause, and it never feels like we are doing “date conversation.” And while he’s not an academic, because he’d been on that path and then veered off it, I never have to explain anything to him. It’s just… easy. And FUN.
I will say, I do feel a little off balance with him. Like, I know he is interested in me, but I’m not certain about how interested he is. He isn’t demonstrably enthusiastic. And since I am a person who is, just generally, enthusiastic, I don’t quite know how to read people who aren’t. I mean, I know that he wants to see me again, and I know that he is attracted to me, but I am having a hard time judging the level of his interest. What is probably the truth is that he is just taking things slowly – though not too slowly at all! I think he is enjoying getting to know me, actually. And I am enjoying getting to know him, so I need to get out of my head.
Of course, part of the reason that I’m in my head is because I am also dating the Mailman. Who clearly is enthusiastic about me, even though I am pretty clearly, I realize now, “meh” about him. I mean, I like him and I enjoy spending time with him, but it’s not, like, awesome. I feel like I will go out with each of them one more time, and then I should be in a position to know for sure what I want. What I think right now is that the Mailman feels like a Plan B, and I am not really a Plan B sort of person. But I don’t want to act hastily, so I’ll just have to see how things develop (or not).
But, man, was tonight great. Great, great, great.
I have this theory about internet dating. I think that the reason it feels so bizarre for (many) people of my generation, Generation X, is that we never really learned how to date. For myself, and for most of my friends, relationships historically began by “hanging out” and “hooking up,” and the first date only happened after one or both of those things had happened. “Dating” was never really something that I did (much to my mother’s dismay). What internet dating does is actually put us into a situation that’s sort of from the 1950s. You see multiple people, you don’t commit until after you’ve weighed them against one another, and you never experience an “insta-relationship.” If you’re doing it right. (I have, historically, done it wrong.)
So I have been on two dates in two days with new fellows. Both of these fellows on paper have many things in common. Both majored in English (this is the first time ever I have dated people who majored in English in college), both like all of the movies and music that I like. Both have decent taste in books (or, even if I disagree with their taste, they have read the books so that I can disagree with them, which is a delight.)
One is a Giant (6’6″) and a mailman.
The other is a Leprechaun (a slight fellow who is 5’10”) and who does IT related things for a non-profit.
The Giant grew up here, and the Leprechaun grew up in a square state with amber waves of grain.
I think, at the moment, that the Leprechaun is in the lead. While I had fun with the Giant last night (dinner, pub trivia), tonight’s date with the Leprechaun was probably the best first date I’ve ever been on (we met for drinks, went for a walk, ended up at a great Japanese restaurant for sushi – and let’s note, I had thought to myself that I’d have a drink and then come home).
But it’s weird. I am doing nothing wrong. I am not being dishonest with anyone, or being unfair or misleading to anyone. But it still feels weird to be “seeing” two men. And I don’t quite know how to navigate “seeing” two men. Nor do I know how I will handle ending it with one if the other ends up being somebody I want to see exclusively. See, historically, the “seeing each other exclusively” conversation has not, for me, ever involved another person. It’s all so WEIRD.
Right now I am making no decisions. I need to ride it all out a bit more. That said? They are both lovely men. And it is totally bizarre to inhabit a position where I allow two lovely men to take me out on dates without giving them a thing and without getting rid of one or the other. But hey, I’ve only been out once with each of them. The way I figure it, I have at least one more with each before I’m obligated to figure it the fuck out.
Side note: worst thing about dating is the need to wear eyeliner and mascara – or, really, to take those cosmetics off at the end of the night.
I don’t turn 40 for a couple of weeks. But classes start the Monday after my birthday, so my “birthday weekend” needs to be fairly quiet. So I decided, as one does, to get the party started a bit early.
Note: I’m not freaked out at all about the Big 4-0. Indeed, I’m excited to be in my “early 40s” as opposed to my “late 30s.” And nearly all of my friends are 40+ so 40 seems like a GREAT age to be! And I don’t feel like this birthday is that big of a deal, but a lot of other people seem to think that it is. I have a theory that part of the reason so many people (my mother, some family and friends, etc.) are putting so much emphasis on this birthday is because I’ve never had a wedding and I’ve never had a baby. They, I think, feel like this is my Last Chance for a Big Party. Do these people even KNOW me? Ha!
So. I went on a journey to Grad School City (on Frequent Flier Miles! It was FREE!) to visit with Grad School Best Friend (Dr. Medusa, for old time-y readers), Naomi (a high school best friend who got her PhD and is now on the tenure-track in the Greater Grad School City Area), and J (another friend who recently moved to the Greater Grad School City Area for her job). The last time Naomi and J. had seen one another (the first time they saw one another) was my 30th birthday. Nobody had ever met Medusa. Whatever! My friends are grand! It would be grand!
It WAS grand! The main celebration was Friday. Wine! Me outside of Medusa’s house texting her, “Why am I alone outside?” which really is an existential question for the ages, but mainly we were going to our ride that was there and all of my friends are slowpokes. Tapas at the most festive restaurant! A return to a Grad School Haunt, which really is the Land that Time Forgot, in that all of the people are different and yet all of the same scenarios are being played out! Home to Medusas for drinks and dancing and fun!
And then the other days. Thursday with Medusa drinking wine and looking at old pictures – taken on CAMERAS! With FILM! That you needed to have developed before you knew what the pics looked like! Our constant refrain: “This is when we were young and beautiful.” And singing along to a record from that time! Saturday hung over and eating Mexican food! Sunday with Naomi watching Drunk History On Demand! Today – breakfast with Naomi and lunch with Medusa!
I did no work, and I did not think about work. I bonded with my ladies and I appreciated the fact that I have such amazing and fabulous friends.
Up next: dates with two new suitors this week, a party for my friend S.’s birthday that I’m hosting next weekend, and then my actual birthday!
40 is FABULOUS! Even if I’m not quite 40 yet 🙂