This week’s title comes from what my mother said earlier when I was showing her what I intended to wear to meet my new students. Yes Mother dear, that’s because it is.
Finally it’s the first week of term, and I’m coiled tighter than a spring with excitement and anticipation. I don’t remember feeling this way last year, perhaps I was just filled with blind terror at the challenge of teaching and a PhD or perhaps I just blocked everything out (well until the moment before the first class began.)
Last year minutes before the first class of the year I was filled with incredible fear and nervousness-could I do this? One of the things I’d always wanted had literally been handed to me on a plate and there’s always that nagging feeling that, no I can’t really do that I’ll fall flat on my face.
I didn’t, well not much. There were minor slip ups along the way, things I look back at and cringe about. But also things I’m incredibly proud of. This year I’ll be waiting outside that door dying to get in and teach. I cannot wait to meet my new students and see my old students, I’m so excited about the new ideas I have for teaching this year I’m bouncing off the walls. I’m getting to be involved in drama properly for the first time and I can’t wait to get my ‘hands dirty’ there, I’m completly inspired by the drama students and the work they do and can’t wait to feed of the creativity there and hopefully contribute some of my own. I’ve got crazy teaching ideas on some brilliant literature-from the graphic gothic of Batman to a Sherlock Holmes seminar that is probably going to make the first years think I’m out of my mind (I am, for the record) there are debates on gender to be had and presentations and essays to be read. And I can’t wait. (Though someone remind me of those words at 1am when I’m marking the 50th essay on the same book).
That and of course research, we’re finally entering stage two, the exciting stage, the stage of real research. And I’ve got some crazy ideas there too, things are taking a slightly different turn (more on that soon) and brings some possible exciting challenges (more on that too). I’m also using this blog to announce (and force my hand a little) that yes after all this time writing a critique on this area of plays I’m putting my money where my mouth is, or my pen to the page and starting to write something of my own on this topic. It’s a long way off, at the moment vague ideas in space (read: my too full mind) but it’s forming shapes. More on that soon too.
Meanwhile, I have to find shoes that match my ‘back to school’ outfit.