Fall Break

One of the many perks of a teaching career are the vacation days. Anytime the students have days off, the faculty does as well.

Which brings us to this past weekend and first few days of the week. I've spent my time off for Fall Break lounging around my parent's house feeling very much like a college kid visiting for the weekend eating my parent's food, using their washer, and sleeping in my childhood twin bed.

My favorite sort of trip is a weekend trip. It's just long enough to throw yourself fully into an adventure involving any combination of the following things: getting horribly lost, indulging in very little sleep, drinking too much, eating too much, meeting new people, catching up with old people, etc. etc., but has you happily back home before you tire of over-indulgence. I'm feeling well rested (mentally, if not in the literal sense) and rejuvenated and ready for a return to boarding school living.

So ready, in fact, that I spent a very solid amount of time looking slightly crazy at the local coffee shop choreographing for my class and company. I'd forgotten how challenging it is to create movement seated, in a public place, without moving too much. None the less, I soldiered on and completed all of my work for the rest of the week, leaving my evenings once I return to school blissfully free (not that my particular area of study really requires extensive amounts of diligent preparation - thanks, dance!)

Having a long weekend away from the fishbowl gave me time to sit back and assess how I feel about my job. Here's what I've concluded:

While I, of course, have some issues with the politics of the school and wish I had the power to tweak a few things within my department particularly, I'm extremely lucky to wake up every day and NOT feel like I'm going to work. I love my classes and my students and teaching and all of that far outweighs my other issues. For now, at least.

I know that this is not a particularly linear blog so far; I've left out bits and pieces of ideology and full anecdotes that might give more insight into the life. Those will come, certainly. I've felt overtired and uninspired since I started this thing. Break has, as I said, given me a pulse of energy, which, I hope carries with it some creative inspiration to somewhat eloquently and endearingly tell the tale of this year.

Now it's time to continue the sweat pant-ed lounging and end this wildly erratic little post.