3 days and counting...

Three days to go. Or rather, two, as the lecture starts at 9.15 on Monday morning. Research Design and Statistics.

I wish I could sit here calmly thinking of what a great lecture I've prepared. Perhaps if I had actually prepared it I'd be able to at least sit here calmly. I wish. It was another one of those weeks - induction talks to the new students, feedback to give out to the old students, and various crises that needed resolving.

I remember in another life I used to be a researcher. Not sure where that life went.

And while I worry about finding that old life again, I have to worry about how I'll manage to prepare Monday's lecture when I've got to take the kids to football Saturday morning, and Jamie to a rugby match (of all things...) on Sunday. help.

Where did the summer go?

I've been back a week. Term starts after the weekend, and have I prepared a single lecture? NO. I did feel fantastically virtuous carrying a massive statistics textbook around Patagonia (and yes, I did read a few pages), but I would feel much happier if I was a little more ready for the impending course (A Masters course on research design and statistics). Still - I've got all next week, and I'm nervously hoping that hardly any students will want to see me (surely Week 1 is way too early to go and see your tutor...)

So what I have I accomplished this week? I wish I knew. They always say it'll be all right on the night. I'm not so sure..