Every now and then I
reflect on how much more intensive my life is now as compared to my
previous life. I know I worked a lot then as well, but I had less
regulated work. I went in to teach, and I had office hours and
supervisions by appointment, and there were some meetings that I
dutifully attended and that didn't make any difference at all. The
rest of my time I was at home writing my books and articles, or
travelling around the world to conferences and guest talks.
I cannot say that all
meetings of my current life are exciting, but they surely make a
difference, sometimes substantial. Sometimes for the better,
oftentimes for the worse. At least I know that I can try to make a
difference. I may succeed if I try hard enough. As in any job, there
are problems and disappointments. But there are so many more reasons
to be glad or even proud. So many more things that matter. Things that make life interesting.
Next week my first
Cambridge Phd student has her viva. Another student will finish next
year, then yet another batch. I watch them grow, become independent,
attend conferences, publish, get invited to events – watch them
transit from students to colleagues. It matters.
A new bunch of masters
students have just submitted their first assignments. They are anxious. One said to me: “Thank you for making things clearer”.
It matters.
The new electives we
designed last summer have, as far as I can tell, been successful. The
new sessions I did for doctoral research training this term attracted
students from other disciplines, who have posed a whole set of new
questions to me. We have a lovely group of visiting scholars this
term.
I have won some battles
that nobody might even know about. There are tiny indicators that the
rest of the Faculty are reluctantly acknowledging that children's
literature is a legitimate subject, that it brings in students, and
that it won't go away.
1 comment:
Hello, Mary. I'm reading your book and I'm really enjoying it, because I've always been interested in children's literature. I'm from Brazil. I liked knowing that you have a blog.
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