*This is also useful for me as a reminder of what I have ahead of me.
- Teaching only one undergrad class of modest size. Funny how McGill has changed my notion of a moderately sized class--80 students. Civil-Military Relations, which I have not taught in a couple of years, but nothing relevant for this class has happened lately, right?
- One tenure review--read heaps of stuff, affect someone's career.
- I have been asked to write a commentary for an IR journal on what Arab Spring means for ethnic conflict. The good news--shorter than the average paper. Adds to the pile of other writing commitments.
- I agreed to go to Edmonton in February for a conference on Canada and its patterns of conflict intervention. So, add another paper to the pile.
- I am writing three papers for the International Studies Association meeting. How is that possible since one is limited to only two at most? Because there is a pre-conference workshop using TRIP data that navel gazes at the profession. An additional day in San Diego is the reason I took this sucker's bet. The bet that I would be able to take the latest data to present something interesting on Canadian IR scholarship.
- I have two students finishing their dissertations, and both need to do so, as both will be employed next fall in tenure-track positions (weeee!). So, that is a heap of reading over the next several months.
- More meetings with my band of undergrad voluntary coders, as they wanted academic credits for their effort. Plus I will have to grade the papers that they need to write to gain credit.
- Participate in the writing of a major grant project.
- Oh, and finish that book I have been working on for the past several years.
I love my job, I love that I ultimately determine what I do, even if my control over where I do it (the great academic tradeoff) is limited, but I really need to do a better job of controlling my agenda. This is entirely my fault. It might mean less blogging over the next six months, or just more posts of whining.
Anyhow, I am sure that I omitting stuff. The metaphor I have used--that I am juggling so many balls that I am less worried about dropping one but more worried about tripping on those already on the floor--is more apt than ever.
But I am still a happy camper--family is healthy and only mildly stressed by school and by moving, I enjoy what I do even I am doing too much of it right now, and moving just means more new friends and fun interactions down the road.