A grilled cheese kind of day
So much for my "at least a post a week" resolution. April has been a lovely combination of busy and depressing--typical for the end of the semester. The last few weeks have been almost entirely devoid of those grilled-cheese-in-the-stairwell moments that make my job worthwhile, but today was an exception, so I wanted to make a point of commemorating it.
The spring issue of the student literary magazine debuted today, and it turned out beautifully. Although it makes me a little sad to say it, having the graphic design class do the layout and production made a world of difference. We were able to have it printed in color, on glossy paper, and hold a little "release party" reception today during the lunch hour. The students really responded to it, and even though we charged a dollar an issue (the old, photocopied version was free), a surprising number of students and faculty bought copies.
A couple of weeks ago a coworker of mine said she and another instructor had been speculating about when I'd come to the realization that I'd never be able to make any real changes at school (or something along those lines). It was intended as a commiseration rather than an insult, but it coincided with the aforementioned depressing part of the semester, and I was actually feeling rather badly about it lately.
Today, between handing out stacks of glossy magazines, collecting used textbooks for the second round of the book swap I helped start last semester, and finishing up the grant proposal for the speaker series we're hoping to organize, it occurred to me that perhaps what I do isn't completely futile after all. I think they'd miss me if I was gone, and not just because they need me for accreditation purposes.
Of course, the fact that it was sunny and 65 today may have had something to do with my sudden change of heart. Never underestimate the power of the weather.
The spring issue of the student literary magazine debuted today, and it turned out beautifully. Although it makes me a little sad to say it, having the graphic design class do the layout and production made a world of difference. We were able to have it printed in color, on glossy paper, and hold a little "release party" reception today during the lunch hour. The students really responded to it, and even though we charged a dollar an issue (the old, photocopied version was free), a surprising number of students and faculty bought copies.
A couple of weeks ago a coworker of mine said she and another instructor had been speculating about when I'd come to the realization that I'd never be able to make any real changes at school (or something along those lines). It was intended as a commiseration rather than an insult, but it coincided with the aforementioned depressing part of the semester, and I was actually feeling rather badly about it lately.
Today, between handing out stacks of glossy magazines, collecting used textbooks for the second round of the book swap I helped start last semester, and finishing up the grant proposal for the speaker series we're hoping to organize, it occurred to me that perhaps what I do isn't completely futile after all. I think they'd miss me if I was gone, and not just because they need me for accreditation purposes.
Of course, the fact that it was sunny and 65 today may have had something to do with my sudden change of heart. Never underestimate the power of the weather.
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