Perhaps I’m just slow on the draw, but it’s finally dawned on me, emotionally, that in four days I’m going to be talking to a group of faculty and trying out for a real job. I knew it, of course, and I’ve even spent some time preparing the session, but when I looked at a calendar that said November, I realized that I’m really, really close.
The good news is that I’ve mostly recovered my voice (leading such an important session with laryngitis would have been a bummer), and I’ve got most of this round of freshman papers graded. I feel good about the lesson plan I’m cooking up (I’m going to revise it again, of course, between now and Wednesday), and I feel like I’ve geared it towards a faculty group–that is to say, I’m aiming at people with brains to spare but precious little free time. The bad news is that, between preparations for this presentation and paper-grading and burnout in general (I’ve actually been playing a spot of Madden, wallowing in self-pity as I recovered from a miserable cold), I’ve gotten little work on the dissertation done this week. Ah, well. When Thursday rolls around, I should be done both with the job talk and with grading, and I can get back on the rails in a hurry.