This Friday started off slow--just a couple of advising meetings in the morning. But the afternoon was chairing the WGS section of MASAL, presenting a paper, showing up to a mentoring pod (somehow, I'm the senior-most and the most mentor-y), and then the faculty meeting. The final part of the workday was the annual International Women's Day Tea at MacCurdy House. The last part was my favorite, but I was tired when I got home. Thus endeth (I think!) my spate of late evenings at work this semester.
Pic: Tea at MacCurdy. The Eleanor Roosevelt quote framed on the wall makes it perfect: “A woman is like a tea bag. You never know how strong it is until it's in hot water.” Memories of other years: Pre-pandemic and Post-pandemic
6 comments:
What a nice tradition.
Nice.
I love that tradition!
I LOVE this and also the post that you linked. You are leaving a legacy, Maya! ❤️
Thank you, friends! I love this tradition too. Some years, the conversations are just so... amazing.
Steph S., I don't know about "legacy" because student population turnover is high and people could forget. But it's lovely while it lasts <3
lovely tradition, and woo-hoo to the end of late work nights
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