This blog has had a bit of a summer holiday. Not a complete holiday, lazing in the sun and recharging batteries; two weeks of toddler illness and the start of big school for my eldest rather put paid to that. But here we are at the beginning of the new term. Marquees are going up around campus to help welcome the new students; language students no longer clog the lifts and staircases in the building that houses my office; my husband and I are slowly getting used to having a schoolboy in the house and to the lunacy of a morning routine that now involves a 30-minute school run and an evening routine of making packed lunches. There is a chill in the air; I have sorted out the winter woollies (thereby guaranteeing a heatwave in the near future); I was seriously contemplating the advisability of gloves on the walk to work this morning. Yes, autumn has arrived; the new school year has started.
I love the excitement of the start of the new school year. As an academic I have never really left it behind in terms of the annual rhythms of my life. This year that excitement has been rather more stress-laden than usual, what with the need to help launch the first of my progeny on his own voyage of academic discovery. He seems such a frail craft at this stage, and the oceans of academe are indeed mighty from the vantage point of reception. Winds have been set fair so far, but I am sure there will be squalls ahead.
In the meantime, the map of my own voyage through the term is filled with exciting potential destinations and discoveries. Up first is the return of the Leeds Legacies of War seminar series, this year bigger and better with additional funding from the Schools of History and Modern Languages, as well as the Leeds Humanities Research Institute. We have even managed to be organized enough to produce a term card this term:
(This is slightly false advertising as at least two of the seminars are going to have to move to larger venues but we haven’t been able to confirm where with central booking yet. More details will be advertised closer to the time.)
On a more specifically medical line, I am organising a workshop on the history of medicine and the First World War in Europe on 17th and 18th October. More details can be found here, although I am afraid I have had to close registration due to the number of people who have already registered. Full reports will, of course, follow, and I hope the workshop will lead to more exciting projects in the future.
Further afield, the terms looks to be a busy one for travel. At the end of the month I will attending the International Society for First World War Studies’ conference on Encountering the Other in Wartime in Paris and in November I am off to Ypres for the In Flanders’ Field Museum’s conference on War and Trauma. There will also be a trip to London in my role as postdoctoral research fellow on the Legacies of War ‘Discovering First World War Heritage’ project and various trips to Salford and around the Yorkshire region for research and (whisper it) possibly broadcast purposes.
In between, I have a fair bit of writing to do: a couple of articles, draft chapters for the book proposal and, of course, keeping this blog up-to-date. Writing it all down is fairly intimidating on the one hand, but enormously exciting on the other. Like my son, I am embarking on a voyage, not into the unknown as he is, but certainly to destinations far enough on the horizon that I cannot clearly discern their shape and form. It should be quite a journey, and I do hope you will accompany me, at least some of the way. It is always good to have traveling companions.