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11 January 2009 @ 10:37 pm
Les Semaines January 11: Begin Again  
A hectic work week, with the beginning of the new academic quarter and the feeling that the holidays were months ago and January has been going on a long time. The snow disappeared quickly, though, and the week was full of wind and rain. And flooding all around the Pacific Northwest, but not here, for which I am grateful.

I love my short walk from my neighbourhood parking spot to work (and back) along the Burke Gilman Trail in this kind of weather. It rained, but never enough that I had to use my umbrella (though I did carry it with me one day). It was warmish, for January, and the wind felt glorious. I felt awake and alive. I love walking in wind.

Work was busy in the way I mostly like. I enjoy it when students need my time and help. I much prefer that to email and paperwork.

Speaking of paperwork, it's application season both at work and for Clarion West, and I've already handled way too much paper and the deluge hasn't even begun. It's wonderful, though, to handle material that is about people attempting to realize their dreams. Of course, some of them aren't ready, and for some of them a PhD or an intense writing workshop may not be the right dream for them (or not now or not here), but it's cool nonetheless. It sounds over-dramatic to say I feel privileged, but I do.

And fascinated.


For this week's listening, reading, and writing news, and for a really ugly first draft of a poem, see this week's Les Semaines.
marzipan pigmarzipan_pig on January 12th, 2009 08:03 am (UTC)
"for some of them a PhD [...] may not be the right dream for them"

Oh god this killed me.
Neile Grahamneile on January 12th, 2009 05:13 pm (UTC)
It regularly kills me. I think of people in the situation you found yourself in.

Also, I have to do the denials for both programs. Ugh ugh ugh. I can't help thinking it's bad karma to do denials--except I believe enough in people making their own lives that I trust they will find another, better-for-them, door to what they want.