First of all, I’d like to say congratulations to Wolfgang Hinck, who won the whole shebang in the Prof. of the Year. Â I’m really chuffed for him and jealous of his heavy, heavy award. Â It was, quite honestly, the heaviest award I’ve ever had to muscle. Â Congrats, Wolfgang!
After the awards, I was speaking to another first-year colleague who was also nominated, and we both felt so honored to have been in the top 20 this, our first, year at LSUS. Â But it was strange, at the same time, because people kept coming up to congratulate us and talk to us about how, as new professors, we’re the fresh blood the school needs, etc. Â Which is such a dangerous compliment, if you think about it. Â After all, the whole nature of being new is that you get old very quickly. Â This was my very first year teaching as a “real” prof, and I’ll never get it back. Â I’ll never by really new again. Â And I will be a boring old professor in her second year, next year. Â So the trick, I’ve come to realize, is not to be satisfied with being new and shiny. Â The trick is to maintain my enthusiasm for teaching and maintain my interest in my students.
But I also realized how quickly this term is ending (only two weeks left!) which means Summer is Afoot, and mama don’t have to teach no summer school.
Can I tell you how excited I am for my summer vacay? Â First of all, I get to be a Real Writer again, which is good because I’m apparently not very good at balancing my two identities. Â
Secondly, I’ve got a friend coming in from London. Â I’m picking her up in Dallas, where we have been invited for dinner and Rock Band with the Rockingest Rockstar EVAH, Dakota Cassidy. Â and then we’re going to NOLA after hanging here in Shreveport, a bit. Â Then we’re driving to Chicago, via Graceland, where we’ll hang with my peeps. Â And then, NYC, baby. Â I’ve gotta wedge in a trip to Boston, at some point, to see my dear friends and my surrogate family. Â And I also really want to go to Seattle, as my good friends are spending the summer there and it’s Very Tempting to visit. Â Oh, and I really want to go to Maine. Â And . . . . . . . .
Traveling, apparently, is What I Do. Â I roam, cause I want to. Â What are you doing this summer?