First day of the new semester. Rolled into the office about 9am--after
the gym. Felt good to start with some exercise, and I got my morning
reading done to boot. A few students visited the office to get exams
from last semester, register for new classes, or just to catch up. I'm
lucky to have good rapport with my students. Not everyone does.
My classes are full. That's a good feeling too. With other similar
classes being cut due to low enrollment, it's nice to have full classes.
And the program that I coordinate is healthy as well. Upswing in
students, actually. Having to create the first wait list for our program
in...at least two years. It's nice.
It's also nice to begin a semester where I know I have tenure. I just
finished the process last month, and it becomes official in March. It's a
very good feeling. Don't let anyone try to pass it off as nothing. It's
not nothing. I really feel like I belong here now. I'm not temporary. I
have a place here; I have a voice.
But just as my tenure process ends, my wife's is about to start. She
found out today that she's been offered a full-time, tenure track job in
a different county. She's taking it. That means that she's moving, and
I'm staying here. We'll have to find a place in the middle to live, but
for now, we'll be living separate.
It'll be a strange semester.
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