Have you ever had a moment of absolute certainty slowly taken apart till you’re no longer even certain you’re you?
A proposal you’ve made in complete confidence been accepted, and then you aren’t so confident any more?
I seem to be at sea, but it might not be a bad place for someone who wants to make a living looking for pearls, huh?
So, about what I’m doing now. I’ve gone and tied my fortunes to a budding idea. Thankfully it’s one that the institution I’m with is willing to tie itself to, too. Which means we sink or swim together. Right now, we’re floating. Just about.
It’s a spanking new university. Well, some parts of it have been around for the past 200 years, but as a university, it’s spanking new.
It’s a women’s university. I still wonder, sometimes, about that nature of the space. I definitely don’t think feminism is something only women are (or should be) interested in; at the same time, the fact that it is a womens’ space makes talking about gender and feminism much easier. The ‘exclusiveness’ of the academic spaces I’ve inhabited so far has always niggled; so working in a space committed to inclusion is wonderfully liberating.
At the same time, liberty is scary. This is a women’s university in a rural area – the kind of place that has only existed on the fringes of my reality till date; the other side of my nowhere, so to speak. Being at liberty here is exciting, like being an explorer. And just the little, teeny-weeny bit scary that makes it extremely fun.
I need to go back to school.