If I've taken an extra class this Fall specifically so that I can put the money aside to travel in January, need I feel guilty for refusing to give up that trip if other expenses arise?
Why or why not?
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
End of Summer?
I can't believe summer is almost over. We have three class days left including tonight, and then I will have roughly two weeks off before Fall classes start. I'll be teaching five classes (four preps) at three different colleges.
Job listings for Fall 2008 started posting today. The run-up to Big Damn Conference is generally a mess of applications, stress, and more applications... and then waiting to hear if any interviews are forthcoming. I had hoped to have the dissertation completely finished - if not defended - when applications went out this year. It isn't, but it could be, still.
(Then why am I sitting here blogging instead of typing, eh?)
Later, same day: I did do some more work on the dissertation -- not much, but some. Some is better than none. I also did an hour on the exercise bike (yes, a whole hour!) and walked a mile with Mr. Squirrel. Now I trot off to class and get some more shit done while they watch a film.
Go me.
Job listings for Fall 2008 started posting today. The run-up to Big Damn Conference is generally a mess of applications, stress, and more applications... and then waiting to hear if any interviews are forthcoming. I had hoped to have the dissertation completely finished - if not defended - when applications went out this year. It isn't, but it could be, still.
(Then why am I sitting here blogging instead of typing, eh?)
Later, same day: I did do some more work on the dissertation -- not much, but some. Some is better than none. I also did an hour on the exercise bike (yes, a whole hour!) and walked a mile with Mr. Squirrel. Now I trot off to class and get some more shit done while they watch a film.
Go me.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
You know, sometimes I don't think Mr. Squirrel realizes how close I am to finishing the dissertation, and (therefore) how frustrating my (apparent?) phobia of working on it is.
He wanted me to try golfing today, and I said "no, I think I'll try to push through chapter one and send it off to [volunteer editor]."
He laughed in disbelief, and shook his head.
Oh, thanks! That attitude is sure to help. No fucking wonder I have issues about this thing.
ETA: okay, fixed several issues. Only spent about 1/2 hour working, so far, but it's FAR better than not touching the thing. I even wrote about a page.
Have picked the next "issue" and pulled it out into a separate document. That way, I don't have to freak out about what to work on next time: it's one page, with two things to expand on. That's a good idea, right?
He wanted me to try golfing today, and I said "no, I think I'll try to push through chapter one and send it off to [volunteer editor]."
He laughed in disbelief, and shook his head.
Oh, thanks! That attitude is sure to help. No fucking wonder I have issues about this thing.
ETA: okay, fixed several issues. Only spent about 1/2 hour working, so far, but it's FAR better than not touching the thing. I even wrote about a page.
Have picked the next "issue" and pulled it out into a separate document. That way, I don't have to freak out about what to work on next time: it's one page, with two things to expand on. That's a good idea, right?
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