Taught my last class of the decade this past week. It was a difficult term in some ways. My body gave out a lot and got in the way of me getting as much done as I wanted to. I had a number of other (too many) projects I was trying to make some progress on while teaching. So I’ve been scrambling a bunch and I need a bit of a break.
This said, I learned so much working with the students in my undergrad and grad historiography and methods courses this fall. I read things I’ve read before, seeing and thinking about them in different ways, and we worked together through texts new to me that gave me all sorts of things to chew on into the sunset…
Last night, I attended a gathering for the 2019-20 History Honours cohort at my colleague Jeremy Brown’s lovely home. Such a treat after a long 13 weeks! At some point during the term, I expressed some exasperation re: what people assume I do and/or want to talk (at me) about when I tell them I’m a French historian. I’ve said this kind of thing before and will say it again. The group took note, giving me the most amazing gift to prove it, and to remind me of our time together in HIST 300. It warmed my heart and messed with my eyeliner and I love it.
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