With Twelfth Night behind me, I’ve dived head first into an insane-o week.
The midterms for the course I’m TAing have come due and are in the process of being graded. This process is otherwise known as “Operation: dig yourself out of the avalanche of papers that just fell on you”. I’m making pretty good progress (and, without saying horribly much about it, the class is turning out some impressive work – good job, team!).
All of the projects which I had pushed off until after the show are suddenly looming before
me like the chimeras and dragons they are. This semester’s big projects consist of one paper (due ASAP), one paper (due in May), one more lecture for my TAship (in two weeks), my German qual exam (mid April), a conference paper that’s written but has yet to be conferencified (beginning of April), and a class presentation (end of April). Basically I’ve got a series of staggered deadlines for big projects that are all screaming at me simultaneously.
Luckily, next week is Spring break. If I can make it to next week, I can have the entire week to not be on campus and sit and work in my pajamas all day every day.
This doesn’t sound healthy.
…or it sounds extremely healthy.
One of the two, I’m not sure which.
I just finished translating Grimm’s Aschenputtel (Cinderella) yesterday which means I need to start in on a new piece. I try to spend an hour or so every day with my German. I’m thinking of going back to the German Goethe articles I had the library pull for me. I should also probably return to my grammar book. But translating fairy tales is so much more fun than learning grammar!
I have spent the last week steeping in Molière. I’m writing a seminar paper on him and there are a LOT of plays to get through. My professor loaned me some books so I’ve been trying to (with a moderate degree of success GO ME!) to get through them in a week so I can return them to her. This means over-saturation in French witticism. I’m continually surprised (to the point that it really shouldn’t surprise me anymore) about how much more pleasant it is to research something that’s enjoyable to read than to research something you couldn’t give a damn about (or is just torturous to get through). Though he many not be my man Will, Monsieur Molière is slippery, witty, and wonderful and I’m having fun getting to know him. I’d be grateful if you didn’t disclose this to Herr Shakespeare; he’s a jealous mistress (don’t believe me? Read the sonnets).
I’ve had some wonderful professional opportunities fall onto my plate this week (details to follow; I don’t want to give too much away before things are finalized). Suffice to say you may want to leave the evening of April 23 available (Shakespeare’s birthday) if you’re anywhere in the vicinity of Portsmouth, NH.
And on that note, I should return to the mountain to defeat the midterm dragons. They’re becoming rather insistent and I’d rather not walk away smelling of scorched hair.