coldhearted scientist وداد

So I have only written thirty words today and I am knocking off to prepare my seminar for Tuesday.

But I realized that in all this discussion of work I had not considered what anniversaries other than the obvious we might be commemorating this fall. My life has been more interesting and more pleasant than many of yours, so I should probably be still.

Nonetheless, thirty years ago this fall I had graduated from teaching Spanish and Scandinavian to teaching Comparative Literature, and from having roommates to having a place of my own. I had an M.A. and I had just spent a few months in South America doing archival research.

After summer school ended, I spent an amazing month in Mexico. My mother received a small inheritance and bought us late model used cars, so I got my first car and I would take it to Drake’s Bay.

In October a meeting was held in my new apartment to organize graduate student workers, and that union exists today. I wrote the paper that became my first article.

Do not you, too, prefer remembering who you really are over commiseration?

Axé.