It's the last day of term
Mar. 18th, 2016 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aryanhwyOver Easter break, they're painting and replacing the carpets in my building, so last week we were delivered stacks of cracks to pack up all our books, etc. Over the course of this morning, people came in, and took, a few at a time, all my books away.
It was actually really unsettling. It was bad enough having them packed up, and seeing the blank shelves on the walls, but at least the books were still in the room with me. But then people I don't know came and took them away, to a place I don't know, with the mere promise that I'll get them back on the 19th of April. And I'm actually not especially happy with this.
Around lunchtime, someone else came in and packed up my computer and printer. The entire office is bare and lacking in color. Except for the fact that my rocking chair is still in its corner, it feels rather like the day I moved in, which in turn makes it feel like I have to move out, and I think that's part of why I don't like it. I don't ever want to leave.
I wanted to meet with each of my advisees before the end of term, to ensure they're all on track for finishing up their dissertations over break, so of course a couple scheduled meetings with me today. Half an hour ago the last one left, after an absolutely lovely hour of discussion, and now I won't see him or any of them for five weeks and this makes me rather sad. Monday afternoons and Thursday mornings are the highlights of my week. Now I've got five weeks' break, then three weeks of teaching, and then all good things must come to an end. They'll take their exams, they'll graduate and...I hope at least some of them stay in touch.
I'm thinking of taking them all out for drinks after our final seminar. I have loved this class and teaching these students so much.
It was actually really unsettling. It was bad enough having them packed up, and seeing the blank shelves on the walls, but at least the books were still in the room with me. But then people I don't know came and took them away, to a place I don't know, with the mere promise that I'll get them back on the 19th of April. And I'm actually not especially happy with this.
Around lunchtime, someone else came in and packed up my computer and printer. The entire office is bare and lacking in color. Except for the fact that my rocking chair is still in its corner, it feels rather like the day I moved in, which in turn makes it feel like I have to move out, and I think that's part of why I don't like it. I don't ever want to leave.
I wanted to meet with each of my advisees before the end of term, to ensure they're all on track for finishing up their dissertations over break, so of course a couple scheduled meetings with me today. Half an hour ago the last one left, after an absolutely lovely hour of discussion, and now I won't see him or any of them for five weeks and this makes me rather sad. Monday afternoons and Thursday mornings are the highlights of my week. Now I've got five weeks' break, then three weeks of teaching, and then all good things must come to an end. They'll take their exams, they'll graduate and...I hope at least some of them stay in touch.
I'm thinking of taking them all out for drinks after our final seminar. I have loved this class and teaching these students so much.
