5.31.2004
memorial day
Well, Princeton reunions came and went. I had a lot of fun - which should not be construed as anything more than I had a good time. I think that this was the perfect way to jump forward from my employment at P. to my new career as a student: by going back to my university and seeing the people who helped to make me who I am. There's irony in that somewhere... I can just feel it.
I'm cleaning out my apartment today and it's nothing but dust and old papers. I mean, there's clothing in here too, but it's sorted. And there are dishes and electronics, but they're pretty much accounted for. What's killing me is that everything that is not made of paper is some form of dust.
There is excitement going forward: I actually just got another school acceptance, this time to University College London. With that in mind, I still think I'll be in Oxford next year.
Saw some P. alumni at Reunions. Got to sing some too. And had a fabulous dinner at Masala Grill on Chambers Street. Go there and order one of the vindaloo dishes.
I'm cleaning out my apartment today and it's nothing but dust and old papers. I mean, there's clothing in here too, but it's sorted. And there are dishes and electronics, but they're pretty much accounted for. What's killing me is that everything that is not made of paper is some form of dust.
There is excitement going forward: I actually just got another school acceptance, this time to University College London. With that in mind, I still think I'll be in Oxford next year.
Saw some P. alumni at Reunions. Got to sing some too. And had a fabulous dinner at Masala Grill on Chambers Street. Go there and order one of the vindaloo dishes.
5.28.2004
fin.
Well, it's my last day at the P. school. I finished the last of my classes today, saw my benefits coordinator about my paychecks and health insurance, and have gotten the last of my students to sign my yearbook. Life in NJ is slowly and surely coming to a close. It's difficult for me to imagine a fall morning without driving to work, or to be watching TV without grading papers. But all the same, I'm beyond excited to begin this adventure in Oxford.
So I asked my students for feedback. Some of them were quite cute. Most of what they said was positive: that which wasn't I attribute to their being grumpy... :P
So that's that. After three years, it ends not with a bang but with a final "you're dismissed" and a walk out of my classroom. In truth, it has yet to sink in: overall, it feels like another 3:20 on another Friday afternoon.
So I asked my students for feedback. Some of them were quite cute. Most of what they said was positive: that which wasn't I attribute to their being grumpy... :P
So that's that. After three years, it ends not with a bang but with a final "you're dismissed" and a walk out of my classroom. In truth, it has yet to sink in: overall, it feels like another 3:20 on another Friday afternoon.
5.26.2004
genesis...
This is an attempt to chronicle the next few years of life as a graduate student and to allow my old students and colleagues at the P. school to follow along. A few words as to the accuracy of this title. I am not currently in britannia and will not be until the fall. In addition, there should be a macron on the final 'a' in britannia, as it is in the ablative case. Regular postings shall begin when I leave the employ of the P. school.
