I am on the train returning from Philadelphia after interviewing at the University of Pennsylvania. My thoughts are swirling like soup in my brain right now, but a few are more prominent than the others:
Man, I love to travel. I love the feeling that I am going somewhere, even if it is just to Kingston. Whatever I do in the future, it will have to include at least an element of travel. Luckily, traveling to conferences is part of being an academic.
Being an academic is really sweet. Yeah, you have to work long hours, and the stuff you do doesn't always work, but there are so many perks to living in the Ivory Tower.
I really liked Penn. I hope the other weekends are just as fun.
I hope Turhan doesn’t fire me...I haven’t been to work in five weeks, and I’m taking two days off every week in February to interview at universities. Hmm...
I really have to write about Walden and send it to Grady...
I wonder if the packet from Chicago has arrived...I wonder what I should do if it hasn’t yet...
Why would they make a Penn Station in Newark, too? Just to confuse tourists?
I don’t know.
Man, the iced coffees at McDonalds are really good. You wouldn’t think they would be that good, but they really are.
