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You know, it took me until this year to realize that ICFA and I are peers? That ought to make it easier to remember what happened at which conference ....(1)
What can I say? I love the ICFA. It was my first academic conference ever, and the first place that I finally felt like I ... belonged. I mean, academia came close, but even in academia, my interests are a bit esoteric: at ICFA, I can't so much as turn around without bumping into someone to talk troll (tanuki? Tisiphone? fill in the alliterative of your choice) with. Of course, this year, getting there was half the battle ....
The quarter system has been a little jarring this year - I'm not "supposed" to be stressed out about submitting grades for another month, damnit! - and the universe added insult to injury when it came time to ICFA, given that my finals were scheduled for the 18th, and the opening ceremonies of the conference for the 19th. So my day went sort of like frantically finish grading-> go to campus to give finals -> give finals, collect a literal 10 lbs+ of papers -> drive home, experience epiphany about paper-> finish typing up paper at 2 in the morning -> pack, including papers, hit bed at 3-> be stricken with the ominous realization that three hours of sleep can be had, tops, and that, hey! the insomnia is back.
So I flew in on 2 hours or so of sleep. And my 6 hour-long flight was filled with cheerleaders.
No, seriously. Literal cheerleaders. In uniforms. From high school. Apparently, they were having their con one hotel over from us. Awesome.
What can I say? I love the ICFA. It was my first academic conference ever, and the first place that I finally felt like I ... belonged. I mean, academia came close, but even in academia, my interests are a bit esoteric: at ICFA, I can't so much as turn around without bumping into someone to talk troll (tanuki? Tisiphone? fill in the alliterative of your choice) with. Of course, this year, getting there was half the battle ....
The quarter system has been a little jarring this year - I'm not "supposed" to be stressed out about submitting grades for another month, damnit! - and the universe added insult to injury when it came time to ICFA, given that my finals were scheduled for the 18th, and the opening ceremonies of the conference for the 19th. So my day went sort of like frantically finish grading-> go to campus to give finals -> give finals, collect a literal 10 lbs+ of papers -> drive home, experience epiphany about paper-> finish typing up paper at 2 in the morning -> pack, including papers, hit bed at 3-> be stricken with the ominous realization that three hours of sleep can be had, tops, and that, hey! the insomnia is back.
So I flew in on 2 hours or so of sleep. And my 6 hour-long flight was filled with cheerleaders.
No, seriously. Literal cheerleaders. In uniforms. From high school. Apparently, they were having their con one hotel over from us. Awesome.