I spent the day at the annual History teacher's conference at Princeton University. The day featured a handful of notable historians talking about their latest projects. As always, it was interesting and engaging; just the sort of thing that makes me really like what I do for a living.
But I must admit that I spent a good part of the day distracted by fear of personal injury. The lectures occur in a large, old hall at the university; an auditorium called McCosh Hall. The hall has lovely old wood student desks. I sat on the north side of the hall and, as one might expect in a old building, the floor had a bit of a tilt. Just enough of a tilt that sitting in the smooth wood desk meant a constant struggle to keep from sliding south on that slick chair and landing right on my bootie on the wood floor, where I would surely come across a splinter.
Next year, I'm wearing a velcro skirt.