Getting ready to move again. When I left Athens in August 2014, I was sad. I was leaving my home of seven years. The place where I celebrated some of my greatest successes and licked some of my deepest wounds. I had friends all over town, family near by. This was where I first lived alone. This was where I first lived with an other of significance. This was where I turned 21. This was a town of so many firsts. It was very sad.
I am admittedly less sad to leave the Big Rock Candy Mountain (BRCM). I’ve mentioned this before…it’s been rough. It’s a small town with very few people in my age-range, and with very few “non-colleagues” (which, whether it should or shouldn’t, makes it difficult to relax). I’ve all but purposefully tried not to be attached to this place because I knew from the start I would have to leave and would have to all-but-kill-myself to get another job.
Still, as I pack everything I own into boxes, I can’t help but think of the last almost-two years. Here are some interesting numbers concerning August 2014–May 2016 job-wise:
- 8–the number of classes (counting repeated preps) I was scheduled to teach.
- 9–the number of distinct courses I actually taught.
- 10–the number of courses (counting repeated preps) I actually taught.
- 16–the number of letters of recommendation I wrote.
- 1–the number of honors theses led.
- 6–the number of thank-you notes/gift-packages received from students.
- 6–the number of times I got to wear my robe, hood, and “doctoral tam”
- 63–the approximate number of consecutive days where “all” I had to think about was research (with undergrads)
- 121–the number of jobs I applied for as I prepared to leave the BRCM.
- 15–the number of first-round interviews I had in a three-day period (plus 5 more).
- 12–the number of conferences and workshops I attended (speaking at 6 of them).
- 5–the number of additional seminar talks I gave.
- 3–the number of papers accepted.
- 1–the number of grants received (yay)
- 1–the number of conferences (co)-organized (meh)
- 1–the number of papers submitted (ouch)
- 0–number of times no one came to office hours.
- 90–the minimum percent of days where my students were the highlight of my day.
All work and no play, right? Well, here are some stats about the BRCM itself:
- 40–the approximate number of days it literally rained worms.
- 75–the approximate number of minutes the local coffee shop is open before any food arrives.
- 3–the number of months (all during winter) which passed between my heater breaking and my heater getting fixed.
- 0–the number of times I went somewhere in town and did not run into a student or colleague.
- 4–number of miles to the closest business with a drive thru (it’s a fast food place too. Not even a bank, or a drug store, or dry cleaner).
- 6–the minimum number of churches you’d pass driving from my house to said drive thru (mapquest is fantastic).
- 2–the number of days I made it into the big city 27 miles away for a reason other than work.
- 90–the minimum percent of days where I felt like I did not fit in and/or was not welcome.
And last (also, perhaps least) my personal life:
- 38–the number of books I read for fun.
- 18–the approximate number of on-campus events I attended for fun.
- 3–the number of OK Cupid first dates.
- 1–the number of OK Cupid second dates.
- 0–the number of OK Cupid third dates.
- 60–approximate number of days I spent “home” in Atlanta.
- 4–the number of trips I made to my “second home” in Athens.
- 665–the number of square feet by which I downsized moving from Athens to the BRCM
- 665–the approximate max square footage of an apartment I can afford in my next city.
- 3–the number of times my parents came to visit me in the BCRM.
- 1–the number of friends who visited and stayed with me in the BRCM
- 0–number of vacations I had.