Friday morning.
Classes started this Wednesday. Both of them are in the same room, and at almost the same time too. If I can manage it, I'll be happily sitting in the same seat for both of them. Continuity and all that. I've got my books, and I'm sure by tonight I'll have the will and drive to start doing work. Hanging around the house doesn't do any favors in that area.
What's very nice about having been in a mildly insular program for nearly two years is that I've started to recognize people. I'm rubbish with names unless I make a deliberate effort, but I'm good with almost all other pieces of information - old conversations, marital and pet status, hair and nail color, previously attended classes. And I know to be cheerful and polite as a matter of general principle. It makes it pretty easy to strike up conversations before class starts because there are plenty of people I know I can talk to. There's that weird bit of disconnect, though: at this point I know a lot of people quite well, and remain at ease in their presence and can talk to them for ages, and I know who they are as individuals and professional,s but I can't always remember their name.
What's very nice about having been in a mildly insular program for nearly two years is that I've started to recognize people. I'm rubbish with names unless I make a deliberate effort, but I'm good with almost all other pieces of information - old conversations, marital and pet status, hair and nail color, previously attended classes. And I know to be cheerful and polite as a matter of general principle. It makes it pretty easy to strike up conversations before class starts because there are plenty of people I know I can talk to. There's that weird bit of disconnect, though: at this point I know a lot of people quite well, and remain at ease in their presence and can talk to them for ages, and I know who they are as individuals and professional,s but I can't always remember their name.
