I am pleased to announce that I’m moving out. That’s right. I’ve landed myself a job. I start next Wednesday, and while it does not require me to relocate to Cambridge, it almost does. Come June, I’ll head back to Cambridge until sometime in August. During that time I’ll be an assistant resident building manager and concierge for several summer programs at the Harvard Graduate School of Education.
Minutes after I received a phone call asking whether I’d accept the position, I got another phone call from another Harvard official to warn me that I’ve made the first cut for a full-time administrative position and to expect another call to schedule the interview next week. To celebrate, I’m going to pick up some jobwear: I want pinstripes and suspenders.
In all, things are working out.
Last night I went to volleyball for the first time in a couple weeks. Last week we tried to play, but the high school threw a suprise orientation for its incoming seventh graders, and that took precendence over us. So instead, we held volleyball at the Abington Depot, an honest-to-goodness train depot turned sports bar. My friend DJ and I went around 7:30pm and didn’t get home until around 3:30am. This week, we’re much more sober and much more tired.
We played six-on-six. Most of the other players have kids in the eighth grades. Some have older ones, some younger. Sometimes the kids play with us. Anyway, we had a smashing good set of games last night. My team was weak to start: for some reason we couldn’t return a serve, or if we did, we lost the point. We did this about eight or nine times before coming back to win 15-12 or so. And we did this. THREE. TIMES. I usually work up a sweat just sitting in the passenger seat on the way there. But last night everyone was dripping and exhausted. And since DJ and I joined them at the Depot last week, everyone’s been a lot friendlier.
In several psych and sociology studies, people were asked to describe why they are friends with their friends. The friends in turn were asked to do the same. Almost everyone said that they like people who think the same way, or believe in the same things, etc. But when polled, it turned out that they had very little in common with their friends. Instead, the link was their activities. Having a common experience, not common beliefs is what binds. Anyway, the night at the Depot served as a social glue. Next week, I plan to go out with them again. This time I’ll come home a bit earlier, though.
Last week I interviewed for a job at the Harvard Graduate School of Education. During it, they asked why I was interested in the job. I told them, “That’s easy; because it marries education and facilities maintenance,”—it’s an assistant building manager-type position—in the follow-up, I let it slip that I’m very interested in math education and pedagogy. One of my interviewers suggested I talk to a particular professor. So I emailed her. And she emailed me back, with one of her articles. She and I agree on many of the issues. Next week we’re going to meet up to discuss just what math education theory and policy is all about. I’m very excited.
Hello. The woods will always be green (except in the fall) but that doesn’t really matter considering I am lost in them. There is a deer in the woods, I will run to him.
Since I couldn’t decide just how I want this thing to look, I’m putting it to you. Everyone who has received an email with a username and password has been granted full administrator privileges. That means any of you can change the appearance of the entire website. To do this, log in using the Site Admin link in the lower left corner in the Meta category. Log in. Click Presentation. Then choose whichever theme you like best.
While you’re at it, log in and this time click Users. Go there and change your display name, email, and password to whatever you like.
Can’t wait to hear from you. Get writing!
I’ve tried this once before, but now that the Law School installed some new, fancy-shmancy blog servers, it’s time to try this again. I realize that many of you lead busy and important lives and don’t have a lot of time to sit down at the computer. All I’m expecting is three or four sentences about something notable in your lives once in a while. Truth be told, this is really just another venue for me to write more personal things about my life in a public forum—the more gratuitous, selfish posts that only my family would want to read anyway.
So go to it guys! I want to know how Jordan and Angie feel about married life; how Spencer and Evan’s tile company is going; what grade Nelson is in; about Jenny and Tom’s new house; in which commodities Grandma and Grandpa are investing; what Janice thinks about working at DisneyWorld; what to look for new in ceramic technology from Charley; how Joey is sabotaging Merry’s National History Day project; and everything else from everyone else, of course!
And send me the emails of other family members I don’t know or somehow forgot.