one down, five to go
I survived day 1 of the RBMS preconference. The CCO workshop was interesting, if not entirely practical, and the reception turned out to be a lot more fun than I was expecting. It's always amazing to me to see how many people actually remember me from only having met me briefly once or twice, 6 months to a year apart.
I'm still having professional anxiety (long story short, I'm in a profession of highly intelligent, extremely overeducated people, all of whom have 10+ years of experience on me, both in terms of subject expertise and general life experience. The consequence of this, combined with my own natural insecurity, is that I feel kind of dumb and immature when I'm around my professional colleagues. As someone who got a near-perfect SAT score, graduated cum laude from one of the top 50 schools in the country, joined phi beta kappa, etc.*, this is something of a new experience for me.) On the bright side, I still think my colleagues are awesome, and my problem will be solved by just getting older and continuing to do my job.
On the costuming front, I finished painting the silver glitter (1/3 of the total painting) on the second sleeve and trimmed the 500+ inch hem of my LoJ dress so that it no longer drags on the floor. (me? crazy? nah...)
I had hoped to get a bit more done tonight, but I had also counted on not staying at the reception until 8pm, and then staying at my parents' place until 9:30pm. At this point, bed is looking mighty appealing. One day of conferencing down, five to go...
*note: I don't think this makes me better than anybody else. heaven knows that whatever extra I got in test-taking abilities and classroom smarts I more than made up for in lack of social skills and real-life street smarts. I'm just trying to make the point that book smarts is what I'm usually good at, and that's where I'm now feeling out of my league.
I'm still having professional anxiety (long story short, I'm in a profession of highly intelligent, extremely overeducated people, all of whom have 10+ years of experience on me, both in terms of subject expertise and general life experience. The consequence of this, combined with my own natural insecurity, is that I feel kind of dumb and immature when I'm around my professional colleagues. As someone who got a near-perfect SAT score, graduated cum laude from one of the top 50 schools in the country, joined phi beta kappa, etc.*, this is something of a new experience for me.) On the bright side, I still think my colleagues are awesome, and my problem will be solved by just getting older and continuing to do my job.
On the costuming front, I finished painting the silver glitter (1/3 of the total painting) on the second sleeve and trimmed the 500+ inch hem of my LoJ dress so that it no longer drags on the floor. (me? crazy? nah...)
I had hoped to get a bit more done tonight, but I had also counted on not staying at the reception until 8pm, and then staying at my parents' place until 9:30pm. At this point, bed is looking mighty appealing. One day of conferencing down, five to go...
*note: I don't think this makes me better than anybody else. heaven knows that whatever extra I got in test-taking abilities and classroom smarts I more than made up for in lack of social skills and real-life street smarts. I'm just trying to make the point that book smarts is what I'm usually good at, and that's where I'm now feeling out of my league.