As I’ve mentioned more than once on this blog, I have this weird reaction to change. I resist it as long as I can, it makes me physically ill, and then once I plunge in and do what I have to do, I can’t imagine why I ever felt hesitant to begin with.
Last night, I went to a talk by Susan Douglas at my old university. (Yes, I went to a lecture on a Friday night. I have no life.*) Her talk was on the representation of motherhood in the media. A lot of my former professors were there, as were a lot of my colleagues from my last Master's degree. It was a great talk, and it gave me a lot to think about. And just as I did in Oxford, I bought the book and I had her sign it.
But I felt really out of place.
Don't get me wrong, it was a great lecture, and it was great to see some old friends. And the style was a bit more lively than some of the Oxford lectures I've attended. But I've grown accustomed to the Oxford academic life. I missed how presenters would cite articles written by scholars who happened to be sitting in the audience. I missed going with my friends and exchanging scandalous comments throughout the lecture. I was even a bit surprised when I got there and remembered that "refreshments will be served" does not include wine at an American university lecture.
I keep feeling compelled to go back to visit my old University, but every time I go back, I just feel like a visitor. The place hasn't changed much, the faculty haven't changed much, and a few of the students I knew are still there. I guess I'm the one who has changed.
Anyway.
In related news, I found out last night that the article on Media Literacy that I co-authored with two professors and a grad student last summer has been accepted for presentation at the National Communication Association Convention in Texas in November! Yay! I know it doesn't have anything to do with my current Master's or DPhil, but it's another line for my CV. :) It's also under review for publication, so I'll let you know how that turns out as soon as I find out.
Much love,
Me
xxx
*In Oxford, if my friends and I had decided to go to a lecture on a Friday night or some other weird time, we would have complained noisily for hours about what losers we are, but we would have genuinely enjoyed the lecture and would have talked about it at the bar with our friends afterwards. Ahh, the social life of grad students...
***Update, 2:56 p.m., 7/22/06: Sorry, for some reason I ended up posting this six times. I have no idea what the hell happened.