I’ve only been skydiving once, right after finishing undergrad. I took away two things: (1) jumping out of a plane is the best feeling on the planet (and I’d likely do it again, if anyone else shares an interest in this bonkers thing that is somehow legal), and (2) it’s nothing like how sitcoms portray it. There’s no conversation at the door of the plane, no dramatic “Are you sure you really want to do this??” moment. As the instructor warned me, once you’re up there, the only way out is to jump. The fall is loud and intense, and then suddenly you’re gliding in the most serene calm you’ve ever experienced.
That’s what Week 3 of the semester feels like to me. The jump has already happened, the rush is real, and things might feel chaotic. It’s also when teaching starts to open into something steadier and so rewarding. We’re in it now, but we’re also in it together, so come by the Faculty Hub to talk through both the chaos and the calm with us.