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Monday, May 18, 2015


Well, I feel oddly triumphant about today. I'm in the office--leaving soon, but I ended up spending a lot more time than I anticipated prepping for scheduling tomorrow and then, instead of trying to put in a few minutes here and there on fall class prep or the sabbatical project, I thought I'd take the time to write the "remarks" I'll present at the Board of Trustees meeting on June 9.

Yes, I'm going to the Board of Trustees meeting.

Yes, I'm going to speak. Try not to fall over, or hurt your jaw when it hits the floor.

When I came in on Thursday, I had cheerfully forgotten that--it being the last Thursday of the term--there would be a department meeting. I avoided the meeting for a while, but since I really needed to talk to people who were in the meeting in order to accomplish what I wanted to accomplish, I hung around in the back of the room--and heard, once again, the impassioned plea for us to at least show up and scowl, even if we don't do more than that.

Paul and I were just talking about it (of course I ran my remarks past him), and he mentioned that it's not only important for there to be a large number of us at this June meeting--and one of our colleagues is beating up bodies for that--but that we need to sustain the large presence as much as possible come fall.

Still thinking about that. I know it's important; I'm not sure my stress levels can take it (not to mention that the meetings often go very very late and I am very jealous in guarding my sleep).

And I just got distracted by talking to Paul about personal stuff, not the political (though god knows there's a lot of that we can now talk about, since he's on the Academic Senate Executive Committee)--and suddenly I'm out of time. I have to race off for some evening life maintenance, and I'll be back here tomorrow morning before 10:30, when we start scheduling.

Hasta manana.

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