Now, I do not want this to be read as me bragging. But, shared joy is the best kind, right? That's my philosophy, at least, and I have felt joyful.
I found out last Tuesday that I am returning to my summer job as Academic Dean of a gifted children's camp in Santa Cruz, CA. I have been working for this program for years (this is year 7!), but last year was my first time on the West Coast. I absolutely loved it, and am so pleased and grateful that I have been given the opportunity to return again. So, from June to August, I will be in sunny beautiful Santa Cruz. I am very excited and very much looking forward to another year with the program.
|Just in case anyone forgot how beautiful Santa Cruz is...|
I was beyond thrilled. Only advanced graduate students ever get to teach classes of their own at my school, and I never thought I would get asked to teach a class. The chair said that they were particularly excited to have me teach. Me? I feel like I have spent a good chunk of my grad experience looking up to the big dogs - people who really seemed to have it together, and I always hoped that I would get to that stage at some point. And apparently now, the department feels comfortable assigning a class to me.
I am really excited about getting the opportunity to teach at my own university. This is going to be excellent. And it is a relief too - because it shows that the people who know me best in academia feel that I can take the full reins of a class. It is a great moment in my (young) career.
A few years ago, my dear friend Jenny sent me a poem she wrote as a means of assurance when I was going through a rough patch: