Putting the "spring" in spring semester
Day 1 of the spring semester, and it was something like 65 degrees outside. And kind of humid and threatening-looking--I'm still half-expecting a thunderstorm or a tornado or something. We're supposed to get one more day of this weird weather and then head back toward freezing. I'm torn between feeling like I have to get out and enjoy the temps while I can and wanting to hide from it so I won't feel so bad when things go back to cold, depressing January normal.
Between the weather and the new semester, plus the fact that I got almost no sleep last night (stupid screwed-up holiday sleep schedule!), the whole day was kind of surreal. So many reasonably content students who didn't want anything from me! The printer behaved, the copier ... well, we can't expect miracles. But almost everyone cleared their own paper jams.
It reminded me how much I used to like the first week of classes when I was a student. Not necessarily being back in class, but the lack of pressure. I loved going to class knowing that all I'd be responsible for was sitting and listening to the instructor review the syllabus. And I loved going to the bookstore and buying my textbooks. (I know. But it's true.)
My student workers are scheduled, and we're having a little meeting/pizza party on Thursday. The bulk of the new textbooks arrived during the break and are cataloged and on the shelf. I don't start class visits until next week. Other than posting some syllabi to the library website and working on some brochures touting the new databases, nothing is looming on my calendar. If only the whole semester were like the first week of classes!
Between the weather and the new semester, plus the fact that I got almost no sleep last night (stupid screwed-up holiday sleep schedule!), the whole day was kind of surreal. So many reasonably content students who didn't want anything from me! The printer behaved, the copier ... well, we can't expect miracles. But almost everyone cleared their own paper jams.
It reminded me how much I used to like the first week of classes when I was a student. Not necessarily being back in class, but the lack of pressure. I loved going to class knowing that all I'd be responsible for was sitting and listening to the instructor review the syllabus. And I loved going to the bookstore and buying my textbooks. (I know. But it's true.)
My student workers are scheduled, and we're having a little meeting/pizza party on Thursday. The bulk of the new textbooks arrived during the break and are cataloged and on the shelf. I don't start class visits until next week. Other than posting some syllabi to the library website and working on some brochures touting the new databases, nothing is looming on my calendar. If only the whole semester were like the first week of classes!
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