This weekend our department is hosting a conference. It happens every year and is a fairly notable one. I presented today on narrative structure in Orlando both Virginia Woolf's novel and Sally Potter's film. It went okay. I was a little nervous, and I think I went over my twenty minute time limit. Another notch on the cv. I wonder how much a school is really going to look at my conference presentations and if that'll effect my being hired.
I'd much rather spend my weekend cleaning my room, watching Angel, and working on my term paper (though not grading papers and that I'm going to have to do). It's so frustrating that I'm expected to participate in the profession at the level of a professional, while being a student and a teacher all at once. Plus, I'd like to have some semblance of a life. I feel like the only thing I'm capable of doing when not working on school stuff is being at home in my pajamas, watching tv and going for the occasional walk in the woods.
I know its just a matter of gritting my teeth and cranking through, but I'm a bit overwhelmed at the thought of another three-plus years of this.
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