AHA Day One
And I'm already exhausted. Met up with my students (I brought 4 -- one had to work, but three came today -- at noon and we got our badges. Then we picked up programs for them and went for coffee, playing "spot the historian" and its variations, "name that historian's field," "historians on the road: clothing as an indicator of geographic background," and "what's my rank?". Sat down at a Starbucks with only about 3 historians there, and went over the program. Great divergence of interest ensued. I'm going to one of the only early MA panels, but two of my students are going to this one instead. The other, an Interdisciplinary Studies major with a History minor, is going to something on Existentialism. Better her than me! Anyway, it was so nice to sit there with these young women, all very bright, and listen to them discussing which panels sounded best, and whether they should split up and take notes. They're undergrads, and having a blast so far. I have to say the enthusiasm was infectious; I may have been a bit overebulliant myself ;-)
One of the students has just transferred to Regional U, and we ran into her department head, whom she had not met. She got to talk to him a bit about whether her load was too heavy (it is) and he's setting her up for some proper advising next week. We're going to try to scope out some of the folks from Flagship U for my other transfer student, so she can get off on the right track. I'm wavering between real pleasure that they're getting to network a bit and fear that I've not been a good enough teacher and will be found out when they really get into their upper-division work. I'm not sure why -- at least at this point student one says that one of her profs just repeated what she'd learned about primary sources from me, and that she'd already read some of the ones assigned for her new classes in mine. But I feel all Doktormutter-y, watching them go off into the wide world.
Otherwise, I dropped off 4 CVs at the meat market, was civil to a woman from a college where I applied, and that is interviewing, but hasn't had the courtesy to send out rejection letters, and kibbitzed with some colleagues from here and there.
Now, like Ralph Luker at Cliopatra, I have to take down the tree. It is, after all the Twelfth Day of Christmas today!