You can take the girl out of 2010

But you can't take 2010 out of the girl. I am drawn to blogging like a moth to a flame, ever since the early days of livejournal and some very questionable fandom participation (note: further details on the specific fandom and the nature of my participation will not be forthcoming). I've spent years looking for other refugees from the late 00s and early 10s writing blogs in the academic space and I've come to the conclusion that I need to be the change I want to see in the world. So here goes nothing (the secondary motto of my lab).

It's late August as I write this, and the emails are taking on an increasingly anxious quality as we all prepare for the tsunami that is the start of the fall semester. Shockingly, I have managed to get what I intended to get done this summer, more or less. I submitted a bunch of papers and confidently expect a series of rejections to begin trickling in over the coming months. I've written or rewritten half a dozen grants and am ready for those rejections as well. I'm ready or mostly ready for my fall classes, though I am sure the AV interface for my undergrad class will reduce me to tears for the first few weeks at a minimum. It's relatively easy when you don't take vacation, though I certainly wouldn't recommend this approach. Academic hypocrisy at its finest - do professors really come with any other personality type?

I'm feeling...prepared? No, that's not quite it. Confident? Also, no. Somewhat on top of things for now, but with the knowledge that any random daycare virus will send me spiraling into an abyss? Yes, that one.

Good luck to everyone as we cross a few final items of our to-do lists/give up on the whole damn thing and vow to do better next semester.