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I have just hand-delivered my sabbatical application, although it involved crossing campus in the sleety wind, and, on arrival at the office of the Chief Stuffed Shirt of the Academic Resources Board, attempting to convince a slightly bemused secretary that this was the most important sabbatical application ever, and needed special attention, care and (if possible) favouritism.
Unfortunately, because the whole process is so cumbersome, and, it has to be said, because plenty of other people quite fancy a year with no teaching or adminstration whatsoever, no announcements are made till well into spring. Which is an awfully long time to keep your fingers crossed, wish on lucky stars, not step on any cracks, and look for omens in the Christmas pudding.
Unfortunately, because the whole process is so cumbersome, and, it has to be said, because plenty of other people quite fancy a year with no teaching or adminstration whatsoever, no announcements are made till well into spring. Which is an awfully long time to keep your fingers crossed, wish on lucky stars, not step on any cracks, and look for omens in the Christmas pudding.