Today is the last day of classes in Dal’s winter term. Usually, that would mean I am feeling elated, relieved, deflated — and a bit panicked at the looming prospect of grading final papers and exams. But because I’m on sabbatical, it’s just another day, which brings on its own feelings, including some disorientation. The thing about academic life is that it has such strong rhythms, such intense recurring cycles of highs and lows, from the optimistic frazzle of the first day of classes through the mid-term slump and slog to the year-end celebration. Everyone goes through these phases, teachers and students alike, and the result is a strong, if occasionally fraught, camaraderie as we go up and down together.
I’m not sorry, of course, to be out of that rhythm for a while, though as my sabbatical goes along one of its beneficent effects is that I’m thinking positively about teaching again (which was not so much the case late last December) and I’m almost (almost) ready to enter wholeheartedly back into conversations about graduate student funding, curriculum reform, class scheduling, and all the other topics that draw us together even as they drive us apart (academics are nothing if not fractious!). It’s nice not to be on that erratic hamster wheel and to pace myself according to my own priorities, and also to follow my own energy as it rises and falls instead of forcing myself to meet a steady stream of external demands. When you’ve been “in school” one way or another as long as I have, though, it is odd to have time passing in this steadier, more self-reflective way, especially when you are working on campus and everyone around you is caught up in the familiar pattern.
My own sabbatical rhythm — which has never quite settled into a regular beat thanks to the nightmarish winter we’ve had — has been more disrupted than usual this week, first by the Easter weekend and then yet another snowstorm Tuesday morning, and then by the beginning of a long-anticipated kitchen make-over. We are finally saying goodbye to our aging laminate cupboards and vintage 80’s appliances, which were failing bit by bit and thus ultimately forced our hand: there comes a point where it seems like throwing good money after bad to keep them running. We aren’t doing anything structural — just taking the old stuff out and replacing it with new stuff — but even so there’s a lot of domestic disruption (something they rather downplay in those TV shows where a top-to-bottom renovation appears to happen in 60 minutes less commercials). To my surprise, the thing I find most frustrating is not having a proper sink. Even filling a kettle becomes a logistical challenge in a shallow bathroom sink, and you know how important my morning tea is to me!
I did manage a Meeting With Your Writing session on Thursday, and I’m puttering away at my George Eliot stuff. I think I have reached some tentative conclusions about the book vs. essay question, but I’m still turning things around in my head. While it’s true I don’t have to decide now, I think I will work better if I have a better understanding of my goals (short term and long term), so it’s useful brooding provided I can keep the neuroses under control. I haven’t gotten much concentrated reading done since I finished The Good Terrorist (which we discussed energetically at my book club meeting last night): inspired by Oleander, Jacaranda, I have begun rereading Moon Tiger, and I’m dipping into Ellis Peters‘s One Corpse Too Many in the interstices of the day. I also read, or really skimmed, Nora Roberts’s The Next Always. I kind of liked the ones I read from her Bride Quartet, because I liked the insider look at the different expertise each heroine had. But they were like literary jello: smooth, sweet, but nothing at all to sink your teeth into! The Next Always is about the same except it has a ghost and a stalker plot that seemed like a cheap way to provide the crisis and resolution required to come to the HEA.
And that’s where I am as this week in my sabbatical wraps up! Work on the kitchen continues next week and then there’s a lull before the final stages can be done; now that the planning and packing and reorganizing is done and the project is actually underway, it should be easier (in between specific events) to get back into a writing rhythm. I hope so! One thing about witnessing the end-of-term rush is that it reminds me that this time to work on my own terms is both precious and fleeting.
Is all higher education in Canada on a trimester schedule? I assume that’s a carryover from English/British tradition. It’s disconcerting to those of us used to the rhythms of the academy in the US, which is pretty much fall/spring semester-based with a long break during the summer.
No, that’s pretty much our system as well, though I think start / stop dates vary a bit, and we don’t dare call a semester “spring” that starts in January! The main academic year in Canada typically runs September through April, with spring or summer courses offered May through August.
It was interesting to see that you’ve been dipping your toes into romance a bit. Have you read any Laura Kinsale? She writes meaty books. I’d highly recommend Flowers From the Storm. It’s also available in audio–read by a superb performer–if you prefer that format.
That’s not a new thing for me (anymore), Keira: I’ve been reading romance for a while! I guess I don’t write about it much. See here for reflections on my early experiences with the genre:
I have read and enjoyed Flowers from the Storm — though by the end I thought if he called her “Maddy girl” one more time I might throw the book across the room. 🙂
::laughing:: Kinsale is a sure-fire hit for me, so the Maddy-girl went down easy for me.
Went and read your romance post. If you’re interested in giving Heyer another try, I can offer suggestions. If you’d like contemporary romance set in the South, Kleypas’s Travis series is good. For westerns, I’d recommend Jo Goodman and Jodi Thomas. If you like frothy regencies where the emphasis is on wit, not on ahistorical details, then I’d recommend Michelle Martin. She’s OOP but available used from AMZ. If spies in the early 19th C are your thing, then I’d recommend Jo Bourne.
Thanks for the further reading suggestions! Always useful. I have read a lot more Heyer since that post (you can find the posts by looking her up in the “categories” index if you’re interested).