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I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.

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Deflation

At ten past three this afternoon, my teaching officially ended for this academic year. That's it. Done. Kaput. It doesn't start again until the end of September.

Now, before everyone chimes in with calls of "You lucky bitch" and "You have a cushty job", I must point out that technically, I'm not on holiday for four months — I have a hell of a lot to do, it's just that it doesn't have actual contact with students for that time.

(Apart from Graduation at the end of July, which I'm starting to think I might actually wear a suit for :unsure: )

(And a gown)

(An academic gown, not something made of crinoline)

This evening, on the drive home, the sun was just starting to set, but the skies were still a vibrant blue. Everything looked beautiful — even more so as I'd dropped M off in Harrogate on the way, and came home over the Pennines rather than through Ilkley.

The last fragments of sunlight dappled down my street as I plunged my way down from the Castle, and it occurred to me just how wonderful everything is, how beautiful everything is, and how — quite frankly — fucking lucky I am to be me, living the way that I do, in the place that I do, knowing the people that I do.

...

Two hours later, I'm in a pig of a mood.

Everything is shit. And if I hadn't got a tiny shred of self-awareness going on, and didn't realise I was probably just having a Toys Out Of Pram Moment™, I'd be actually cancelling the hotel I've got booked for the end of the month, rather than just thinking about it.

Think about the drive over the Penines again and the fact that you don't have to see any students for about 4 months! That would cheer me up if I was a lecturer!