New Job, Day 2

The day began by driving in the pouring rain to Northfield, which fair city smelled deliciously of cereal in the morning and of sandwiches in the afternoon, thanks to the Malt-o-Meal plant at the edge of town.

The day, being hours 9 through 16 of the new job, felt less impressionistic and list-able than the day before. It hung together very well, and again, bizarrely, the high point of the day was a meeting. Actually, a talk by a physics prof and a math prof about their experience swapping classes with each other. It was very illuminating of the Carleton experience, both for undergrads - who seem to be U of Chicago-type overachievers - and for faculty - who seem to be uniformly well spoken and humor-enabled. On the ego-tripping front, it's also been nice to have many people come up to me and say, "Oh, you must be Christopher! We're glad you're here."

Today's little glimpse into undergrad life was provided by three women who were carrying a giant box, at least three feet by six feet, out of the student center. One explained, as I held the door open, "My dad mailed me a bike." Of course he did!