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Sep. 26th, 2012 08:08 pmThis week is full of extremes. I've decided to start it all again tomorrow morning, just because I can.
I get two weeks without teaching after Conflux, and I think maybe I need it. This is the first year when my teaching levels have matched uni norms, and with the study and the everything else, I think it leaves me prone to mood swings. By which I mean I am perimenopausal beyond dealing right now, on top of the usual. Ten days between periods is tiring, but it's even more so when accompanied by weather shifts and skerricks of bad news. And, of course, a huge flood of work happened while I was offline for Yom Kippur, so instead of just enough stuff to be done before Friday something I have a vast amount. All urgent and all requiring great brain (and I have no great brain, nor even small brain).
My highlight of the week was getting to give a (pretend) speech at Parliament House. It was part of the term-end activities for my regular students. We all enjoyed pretending to be the pollies debating the Franklin debate. I don't know how BCS got us in as school students, but they did and we had a ball.
My low point of the week was the complete lack of regret in the voice of the saleperson who rang today when I explained that I thought it was an emergency. That firm was supposed to have me down as "No phone calls until next year." Next time they ring, I'll get myself taken off their phone list for good. I was so relieved that it wasn't an emergency that I didn't even think of that and just explained why it was a problem that she rang.
And my brain is total thick mud, between one thing an another. I think on Tuesday I shall schedule a day off. I may well need it. If anyone local (even temporarily) wishes to go to Floriade, I am at your disposal.
I get two weeks without teaching after Conflux, and I think maybe I need it. This is the first year when my teaching levels have matched uni norms, and with the study and the everything else, I think it leaves me prone to mood swings. By which I mean I am perimenopausal beyond dealing right now, on top of the usual. Ten days between periods is tiring, but it's even more so when accompanied by weather shifts and skerricks of bad news. And, of course, a huge flood of work happened while I was offline for Yom Kippur, so instead of just enough stuff to be done before Friday something I have a vast amount. All urgent and all requiring great brain (and I have no great brain, nor even small brain).
My highlight of the week was getting to give a (pretend) speech at Parliament House. It was part of the term-end activities for my regular students. We all enjoyed pretending to be the pollies debating the Franklin debate. I don't know how BCS got us in as school students, but they did and we had a ball.
My low point of the week was the complete lack of regret in the voice of the saleperson who rang today when I explained that I thought it was an emergency. That firm was supposed to have me down as "No phone calls until next year." Next time they ring, I'll get myself taken off their phone list for good. I was so relieved that it wasn't an emergency that I didn't even think of that and just explained why it was a problem that she rang.
And my brain is total thick mud, between one thing an another. I think on Tuesday I shall schedule a day off. I may well need it. If anyone local (even temporarily) wishes to go to Floriade, I am at your disposal.