I stayed up all last night working on a project that I though was due today at noon, but turns out to be required tomorrow by noon. Then I fell asleep reading a paper at 4 and woke up at 9. Now I’m so discombobulated that I can’t tell whether I’m tired because it’s late at night or whether it’s because I haven’t had my morning shower yet.
Either way, I’ve got twelve hours to finish up this project, write up two more short reports, and be done with this, my last semester of full-time classroom work.
Next semester, I’m taking one non-independent research class, and it’s going to be very good. The class is Field Methods, and in it we learn how to classify and characterize a language that we encounter out in the great wide world. The professor is a phonologist next semester, so I imagine we’ll be working on the sound system of the language more than the syntax, which pleases me. To practice what we learn in the class, the University hires a student who’s a native speaker of a language that isn’t commonly encountered around here. The candidate languages, from what I remember from a conversation with the department head, are Uzbek, a Russian-influenced language in the Turkic family; Logooli, a Bantu language spoken in Western Kenya; and Berber, an afro-asiatic language spoken in Morocco and Algeria. A colleague of mine put in her vote for Uzbek. Any of the three would work great for me, although I do have a set of Uzbek tapes in the ATLAS audio archive vault at work.
I had a brief meeting with my advisor yesterday and she told me to get some rest over the break because she wants me to submit some papers to major conferences by the end of February. So life’s good.
Time to take that morning shower. Conan O’Brien’s over.
