You know that moment when you’re riding a roller coaster and you’re poised at the top of the first rise for split second before the coaster releases and barrels forward?
Click, click, click … those few seconds of anticipation … excitement and terror threaded together.
I know I’m not going to die, but as I slam through the turns, I feel like I might.
That’s the way I feel right now, a few days away from the start of the fall semester.
The job search is over. I accepted a position teaching communications full-time at Longwood University. This fall, I’m teaching multiple sections of Public Speaking and Media & Society.
Meanwhile, my dissertation has been revised twice and is ready to go to the full committee, with a defense planned for this fall.
It looks like I might graduate in December.
There’s more, but I’m breathless.
Wheeeeee … here I go !
Does this mean if I look behind me I’ll see the forest now? I think the answer is yes, but the trees are a blur ’cause I’m moving too fast.