Time to Breathe

For various reasons, this semester has been even more ridiculously busy than last year’s, to the point where I feel like I’m barely keeping my head above the surface — and, well, sometimes sucking down a lungful of water. I completely blew a meeting today where a colleague needed my help making a case for a concern related to the staff syllabus; got caught up giving a cadet guidance on his essay after class, and I didn’t even realize I’d failed until I saw the other two people who’d been at the meeting coming down the hall. That’s the way it’s been going lately, and even the breaks — a pleasant, low-key Thanksgiving, taking the cadets in the opera club to the Met to see Aida, giving a good presentation at NCTE in NYC, celebrating my brother’s birthday with him for the first time in ten years — have felt like blurs.

When I find the time, I’ll offer a concluding post about the plagiarized field manual, but I think I’ll also take Clancy’s and Bradley’s advice and develop my reflections on the topic into a journal article — probably over winter break, when things slow down a bit. There’s a lot to be said there, I think, about genre and context, but also to build on the super-smart stuff Amy’s written about the relationship between affect and citation — and there are a whole range of affectual responses to the situation here, and I want to be respectful to that range.

For now, though, it’s back — back, I say! — to the house of pain stack of grading.

Time to Breathe

2 thoughts on “Time to Breathe

  • November 28, 2007 at 8:39 am

    I had a feeling that you were just very, very busy, but I’m glad that you’ve posted, if only to say that you’re very, very busy. And I’m also glad that you’ve had some good times throughout the busyness.

  • November 28, 2007 at 1:57 pm

    hey you. i too am very very busy. but not so deluged as you. can we catch up soon? do you im? i’m mirrormargaret on aol and yahoo.

    i’m writing an article about accommodation policy statements. i’ve become a fairclough-head. blame anne.

    i’m not sure what’s with my no caps approach today. i seem to think i’m 25.

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