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dchenesThat's me, jumping into academia with both feet. Today I went to fill out all the necessary paperwork (yes, I want the graduate assistantship, yes, I'm a US citizen, yes, I pay taxes in this country, yes, I live in Portage County, etc.). After that I went to the reception for new and returning grad students, and met the first-year French students. I think there are more first-year students this year than there were last year, but I lost count and there were a zillion people there anyhow.
Anyway, in the course of catching up with people and all like that there, I discovered that I now have an official mailbox in the MCLS office, and in that mailbox was my job description. I'm research assistant to my advisor, which is highly nifty, and apparently I'm also in charge of the French coffee hour this year. The silly thing about that is that the faculty member in charge of the French coffee hour is the same one I have two of my three classes with this semester.
Time for dinner and filling out the rest of the paperwork I couldn't fill out earlier. (Does anybody know their bank account's routing number without having to look it up? Hell, I don't even know my account number without looking it up.)
Anyway, in the course of catching up with people and all like that there, I discovered that I now have an official mailbox in the MCLS office, and in that mailbox was my job description. I'm research assistant to my advisor, which is highly nifty, and apparently I'm also in charge of the French coffee hour this year. The silly thing about that is that the faculty member in charge of the French coffee hour is the same one I have two of my three classes with this semester.
Time for dinner and filling out the rest of the paperwork I couldn't fill out earlier. (Does anybody know their bank account's routing number without having to look it up? Hell, I don't even know my account number without looking it up.)
