I love this, I love this, I love this. [I have also been partaking of wine for the last 4 hours, so take this as you will.]
When I hang out with medievalists and go to medievalists conferences, I come away thinking “
This is it. This is what I want to do. I want to be one of them. There are SO MANY fascinating topics to study. I want to devote my research career to them.” All other research projects or academic goals seem less important. Then, I got to spend a year doing undergraduate teaching – something I have been preparing myself to do for almost a decade and a half when I decided I wanted to go to graduate school in order to teach at university because high school kids just didn’t cut it. There have been many roadblocks, mostly due to mismatches of expectations, this last year at Durham – some of which I am still unsure whether I will eventually write about here or not; I am not sure if they are the sort of thing where it would be beneficial to do so or only stirring up frustrations; right now, I am not in an objective enough place to say – but even with all the complaints, all the rebellion, the pretty miserable reviews I got,
I love teaching. When I have students in my office and I can get the lightbulb to turn on, I love it. When I have half a dozen or more quizzing me on this, that, the other thing, when it feels like I’m the one being examined instead of preparing them for their examination, I love it. It keeps me on my toes, it brings me to questions I’d never considered, and occasionally one of them says something that makes me realize all the work and effort is worth it, no matter how the others complain, these people get it and will remember this class (in a good way) for a long time to come. It is immensely satisfying, and in the last 6 months I have caught myself thinking “I’ve got the permanent job. Who cares about maintaining the research profile? If I can be an excellent teacher, then they’ll be perfectly happy with me.”
And then...and then I come to something like Dagstuhl, and I spend my days listening to, and talking to, the intersection of logic, philosophy, psychology, and computer science, when I find myself not only marked out as that weird person who knows about the history of logic (the quizzes I have gotten over meals and during coffee breaks have been both relentless and awesome) but also as someone who is a real logician and has something to say, and I cannot help but feel utterly at home. I have regained a sense of self this week that had been missing. The move to Durham, from a city that I loved and loved living in, and the resultant switch to a radically different academic trajectory from what I’d been used has been hard (I have a post brewing in response to something Nessa posted on FB awhile back, about what it is that constitutes my identity). This week has filled a lot of holes. I’ve hung out for logicians in close concentration for the first time since AiML in August – and there I only got to be there for one day of the conference before heading to Raglan and then to house hunting, so that hardly counted. I’ve wandered through silent gardens where there is nothing but me and my thoughts and there is no sense of hurry or immoderation. I can pace, slowly, and it is quiet. There is no one asking me why. There is no need to adult – no marking, no laundry, no grocery shopping, no house buying.
Glumbunny posted recently about why would anyone ever want to leave home, leave all the things that make up home behind, and I laughed, because in this matter we are so different: Who wouldn’t want to leave behind the cares and chores of being an adult, and spend a week in a beautiful location where food is prepared and served for you without any work on your part, where there are cheese platters and wine in the evenings, where there is a freezer full of ice cream, where there are friends, where there are people who by now have know you for quite awhile, where there are people who are only beginning to know you but are learning they want to know you. I remember, some years back, when suddenly I realized that at some point along the way, sometime between high school and grad school, I became shy. I am recently feeling a sharp switch the other way, that somewhere along the way, I stopped being shy. I am in a context where I feel like I have a genuine contribution, that people have honest reasons for wanting to talk to me, that when I am sitting at a table with a bunch of middle aged men and a couple bottles of wine that
this is where I belong. This week has been restorative to me in many respects, providing me a reprieve from daily life, giving me a beautiful garden and a castle ruin that I can wander at will, and then surrounding me with people who are genuinely fascinated by what I have to say. I brought William of Sherwood’s
Introduction to Logic along with me in preparation for my talk in Prague in Sunday, and I have unexpectedly found that it has been apropos at so many moments during this week. It has been passed around, photographed, pored over, and enjoyed by so many people. It feels me with a small amount of glee to realize that all these people at this seminar had probably never considered the history of their subject to any great extent before, and now many of them have already been looking up how much used copies of Sherwood’s
Introduction are on amazon. It is incredibly satisfying, because it feels like it justifies the organizer’s decision to invite me. That is how Dagstuhl seminars are – invitation only, and how I managed to warrant one in the first place I don’t know, because while there are certainly people here that I know, it is not the usual crowd that I am used to, so I was certainly not an automatic choice for the organizers, none of whom I’d known in any sort of significant capacity before this week. But after a night like tonight, after a week like this, I feel like whatever context I am invited in to, I can make good the organizer’s decision, to make them look back on my contribution and say “yes, it was a good idea to have her. She brought a lot of ideas that no one else would’ve had”.
It has been a good week (and it will be capped off by a weekend in Prague). I now need to cajole the internet access in my room long enough to get this posted, and then go to bed. We shall see...