I'm in my third year now (fourth year of graduate school, fifth year out of college). Can you believe that? Everyone has begun asking me what my dissertation is on. The question terrifies me because, although I have some ideas, I haven't yet had the time to think them through properly. This semester I'm working diligently at my reading list, writing two qualifying papers, auditing two classes, and teaching for the first time.
I'm excited about teaching. After my first two sections last week, I came home glowing with delight. I liked my students and the class I'm teaching for (ancient philosophy), and I loved that once I started talking, time flew. We had done Heraclitus in lecture, so in section, I presented four different interpretive questions one could raise about his corpus and suggested some solutions. Then I had them write tweets--in their best Heraclitean style (Heraclitus appears to have writen primarily in epigraphs and sayings)--and explain how their tweet might settle or provide evidence for one of the questions we'd discussed. The exercise was a hit. Also, the tweets were impressively poetic. This Friday we'll be doing an analysis of the function argument in Book I of Plato's Republic.