My week

"These are the days of miracle and wonder"... The lyrics of an old song have been in my mind this week. I don't know why. It's either irony or unconscious wisdom. These have been quite ordinary days. Ordinary and fine days. Is it that which actually makes them as a miracle and a wonder?

Above was a kind of a preface to the topic. How were my days, then? Being a planning officer doesn't tell too much of what I actually do at work, and sometimes it's a bit challenging to put it briefly when asked. This is a longer answer, but still partial.

My planner looks as follows:
- A meeting on the master's degree programmes. Deans, educational directors and senior lecturers coordinating the degree programmes meet at least twice a year to discuss the topical issues common to all the programmes.
- The thesis development group. We are going to make a suggestion on a comprehensive revisal of the thesis writing instructions.
- A meeting in UCPori: the website for the Satakunnan korkeakoululaitos (HE in Satakunta) is soon to be published.
- Revising a report draft on HE in Satakunta
- Reading the curricula. Meeting of the education committee on next Monday.
- Commenting reports or report ideas for SAMK publication series
- Asking and answering. Commenting, commenting and commenting. Some things when asked, others when not. As usual.

There are things you plan, and things you just do. All of them are not in your planner. This week was no exception.

Now, when starting to fill in (oops, a slip of a tongue!) a new one I've tried to keep at least my handwriting nice and tidy. It looks better. The next thing is to lessen the amount of papers on my desk. Well, the situation is not too bad. I know a person, who forgot a box of cookies which (s)he had got as a present on her/his desk for a year or so. The best before date was gone.

But why did I have the nice line of lyrics in my head? Maybe due to the good conversations. Both booked and spontaneous. They get me humming.

Anne

PS. I was talking about just a nice (in this text read: positive) line of lyrics. It's a typical example of detaching a part from its' original context. This week I interpreted the line as positive. Still, it was connected to a feeling that there is quite much in the air (including in this case "quite a lot to do"). Which is a bit closer to the original context Boy in a Bubble by Paul Simon.