I’m back in the English building (not particularly surprising, since I’ve been making an effort to be here throughout the summer), finally back in my office (where I found these post-its to be the only thing they DIDN’T remove when clearing out our offices for the Language & Culture Center staff to use this summer — I hope they enjoyed them), finally visiting the classrooms where I’ll be teaching in a week (which lack HDMI cords — curses!), and orientation for first-year writing instructors is going on just down the hall.
Year four is upon us. Well, upon me.
Year four feels particularly odd since I only spent three years at undergrad. This place is beginning to feel particularly permanent. I thought about switching cubicles in my office, but I couldn’t — I’ve grown too attached. Since I opted for back-to-back MA and PhD (funded! I couldn’t turn it down!), I’m about to enter my fourth year of coursework. So in some ways, this is a senior year. Next year (and the next — funding!) I’ll be back, but it will be different — it will only be to teach and take comprehensive exams, not to be in classes.
I’m hoping to soak it up. This is quite possibly the last nine months I’ll spend doing focused study in several different areas (this semester: critical pedagogy, rhetoric & desire, and Mexican-American lit — probably one of my best semesters yet). I love learning. Sometimes I forget that in all the mania and panic that is graduate school, but I do — I love learning in classrooms, whether I’m at the front of them or parked in a desk. I hope to enjoy that this year.