The last two weeks have been completely crazy. I've been attending meetings and receptions back to back and I scarcely had 48 hours of solitude before classes started.
Today was my second day of classes and in between the students rushing in and out, it hit me. I'm here. I finally made it. I'm a tenure-track Assistant Professor at a university that needs me. Holy smokes!
I almost jumped up out of my chair in my office to do a happy dance...but that wouldn't have seemed very professor-like. My office is spacious and lovely and amazingly, is located the same building as my classes. I can find parking right outside of my office at any time of the day and I can make a cup of coffee and saunter upstairs to teach just minutes before class time starts.
I get to interact with college students and work with bright, eccentric, wonderful people. I can wear jeans and flip flops if I feel like it and I can teach from home if I'm sick or the weather is bad.
Most importantly, I get paid to study and teach what I love. Hell, I get paid to travel to conferences to present my research to other like-minded people. Please pinch me because I can't believe that I'm finally here.
And please remind me of this when I want to strangle my students and hide in my spacious and lovely office. Thank you.
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