This will be a sort of listy scattered post, as I'm still kind of a mess after the symposium. Why, you ask? Well, put together a) very little sleep, b) a miserable head-cold, c) jet lag, and d) conversations that veer wildly between the professional, the personal, and the just plain random, and, well, you'd be a bit of a mess as well. Something funky is going on and the return
key isn't working, and so I will have to just post this in stream-of-consciousness style. Or maybe it is working and it just isn't registering on the screen... whatever the case, I shall ramble about my trip. 1) All conference everything was late, and LOTS of papers ran long. Everyone kept complaining about the conference paper format, the fact that people went on too long, etc., but if everybody agrees that this sucks, why is it this way? A question for the ages. 2) My paper went fine - very small audience as I was up against the Famous People, and that was fine by me as I wasn't particularly into my paper, anyway. 3) I met a great many people this time around (it's the 4th time I've been to this conference, and it's so much better when it's small) and saw many old friends and made new ones. 4) Wednesday night I ended up playing a drinking game in some bar with an English Rugby team of 18-21-year-old boys. They were darling. My friend ended up trading socks with someone in some after hours place where people's bags got stolen. We all ended up going home when the rest of the world was going to work. That was the craziest night. 6) Ummm.... I'm not sure what else. At any rate, though, I started getting sick on Wednesday and just totally ignored it, which was not smart, and so my flight home was miserable. My bag, however, was not lost on the return, and my cold is dissipating, and I hope I'll be back to my happy self by Friday, when I fly to Grad School City to celebrate Grad School Friend's birthday. I think my summer class is not going to make it's enrollment, and this makes me kind of happy. That said, I kind of can't wait to go home to my own bed with my little kitty cat, who missed me during my journey, but who really loves staying with his grandparents. I guess that's it for now. I have to go catch up on my blog reading!
12 years ago
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Well, it was something, that's for sure. They were pretty annihilated by the time they happened upon me, and I feel like of the 20 or so of them that about 8 were all called "Jack." Or perhaps I was also a bit tipsy and so I kept asking the same few over and over again what their names were? Anyway, while I realize it was the alcohol talking, they all refused to believe that I was older than 25, and so I've decided that they are the nicest boys ever :)
I can only wish that I were having such a debaucherous time that I could trade socks with someone. That sounds like an interesting story!
Glad you had a good trip.
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