the only constant is change

i am writing this post from the library of my alma mater. i am here for a symposium on the current issues in mental health. it's kind of neat sitting in a workshop with my former professors, being treated like a peer. in fact, the division chair said that she may have 1 or 2 classes for me to teach soon. that would be awesome. it's more of a drive, but the students will be more involved (this is an upper-level and graduate university) and i am betting that the pay will be better. i'm not that excited about teaching a 3-hour class, but it would only be once a week.

things have sure changed here. they have a new building next door that i haven't explored yet. most of the places i liked to visit in this building are moved over there now. but, being friday, i doubt anyone would be around at this hour. fridays here are dead after 12pm.

the conference for research and creative arts took place here yesterday, and a lot of the research posters are still up in the atrium. i think i may get hives if i go look at them. i remember working so hard for 2 semesters in my statistics class on a project that culminated at this very same conference. that had to be the most stressful time of my graduate career.

well, i better get going. i know the perfect place to take a snooze until the afternoon sessions start up. that is, if they haven't moved the couches, too.