Hallelujah!

Throw your hands up in praise!

An attachment in an email from the upcoming First Conference:

So I open the conference booklet and find that in amongst the 157 pages outlining the presentations of all The Greats, page 44 belongs to me. My name, affiliation and abstract.
Nice number, 44. Sums to 8 (my personal lucky number, that), multiple of 11 (the only times-table I loved - why can't everything be as intuitive and symmetrical as the 11-times table?) and when you pull it apart by subtraction, you get a perfect 0.

So happy. So bloody terrified. Have 24 hours to prepare, revise and print poster. Goddamn it. To work, to work. Cannot sound like a hack (feel like one at this moment). Cannot sound like a toady. To work, to work.

Sudden Hot Spiky Joy

How's this for a lovely first email of the day?

Dear Ms. _______,
Your payment has been received. Welcome to Stockholm!

Happy dance! My first conference! Even happier, wilder, dance! My first conference is also my first international conference is also my first time presenting a piece of research, is also my first time travelling alone since I came to England. What it is not is my first visit to Stockholm, but more on that later. Oh happy days.

(Please, someone remind me that the conference is in 2 weeks, and I have yet to do the poster, as well as complete my questionnaire design. Eep. But remind me later, not now.)

For now,
just happy dance!