1) I took roughly 3 weeks off in July. The spring was a long slog. I taught four separate preps, which isn’t unusual but hard. But one was a full online comp class, which was more like teaching 4.5 classes. I had essay edits in May, as well as work on a conference paper. I taught summer 1 and had a conference in June. So I told my department head towards the end of summer 1 that I was taking a week off after the summer session from all work. She looked me square in the eye and told me to take two. It was glorious. I relaxed at Jason’s and didn’t feel the need to fix anything. I slept in. I read slowly and for pleasure. I floated in Beth’s pool, which had a huge construction trailer in front of the entrance. It wasn’t under construction, but looked like it. I had the dang thing to myself all summer. I ran. I did yoga with Tim everyday. I tried to do some course planning after week two, said fuck it, and took another week to float, read, and sleep. Oh and Jason brought me coffee every morning.
2) Watching Jason be an uncle. He’s has a passel of friend-fam nephews. And he loves them fiercely. And he’s great with the kids, playing with them and helping them. But with Madison, because she’s his sister’s baby, he lights up like a lamp. He’s a generous uncle too, letting me get most of the snuggles in.
3) Two essays, one a long in the works essay on women poets in Blackwood’s using data from the Periodical Poetry Index and one on Christmas serials and Doctor Who, were finished and mostly final edits this year. Both should come out in 2018. I learned a lot of patience, particularly with the Doctor Who essay, which had to go through review to get in the special issue and then normal review. While I do a lot of work these days in Neo-Victorian studies, I’m not a Doctor Who expert, so I also did a lot of learning as well. I also learned how to advocate for my time, telling the editors when I could get the second draft back to them based on my actual in semester schedule, not just agreeing to a date in the middle of other due dates. I’m proud of both essays.
4) Running a half marathon with my brother. We knew the race route perhaps better than most runners since half of it was through Oak Cliff, so when we saw that mile 8 was up the Slyvan Hill, I hill trained a lot. Indeed, the training helped me manage the stress of the semester. Unfortunately, Jordan’s back started bothering him around mile 7. And while neither of us were prepared for how hot it got—over 80–it was so much fun to share that experience with Jordan
5) Jill and Scott’s wedding. Jill called me in June and said they were engaged, and I think I was asked to be a bridesmaid but I’m actually not sure. I think we both just assumed. And that the wedding was going to be in Louisiana in December. They’re both high school teachers, so that made sense if they didn’t want to wait until the next year. And then the wedding was in LA because her sister was pregnant and due in January and couldn’t travel. (Actually will be induced on Tuesday, Jan 2, if the baby doesn’t decide to make an entrance before then.)
Jill and Cassie and I became friends in grad school. Grad school can make you crazy, anxious, and just plain weird. These women kept me sane. Life being life, seeing each other over the years has become more complex. Cassie and her family live in Ohio, Jill in Lafayette, and I’m still bouncing between FSM and Dallas. The last time we were all in the same place was New York in 2014. Heck, Cassie’s had another kid since then. Getting to see the kids, meet Henry, who is so freaking adorable, and see how much Lily has grown up, was a special treat. Just getting to catch up with these women filled me with joy. They all got to meet Jason, and of course approved. Watching Jill marry the man who makes her shine was tearful joy.
1) My novel class. So I got this hairbrained idea to teach a whole section of the novel around different forms of Jane Eyre. It spanned most of the history of the novel. And it hit several different novel genres. It seemed like fun, and definitely was in the planning. But oh my goodness, was it fun to teach. The students were so bright and witty. They just lapped up the material, which meant I pushed them on the theory side a bit. I learned so much from them; listening to them teach a class period—an assignment I do frequently—helped me develop my own ideas for a BWWC abstract.
2) In designing this class, I put a novel I hadn’t read but should have on the list—Wide Sargasso Sea. I read it in Beth’s pool in one large gulp. It was divine. Moody and atmospheric.
3) working on the Periodical Poetry Index. We’ve been doing a lot of conceptual work this year, and I find every conversation intellectually stimulating. I can feel that we’re approaching some groundbreaking ideas about the forms of periodical poetry production.
4) marching in the women’s march. It happened spontaneously. I was in Dallas that weekend. Marcie, long time family friend/sister, was going. I messaged her the day before that I wanted to go too. Jason drove us and picked us up. Ironically, the march ended near the DISD admin building, the site of my first protest in 1991. It was empowering to be part of those people raising their voices in protest but also in accepting unity. It gave me hope for 2017. Hope does not disappoint us. (Or at least I cling to that.)