Host

Coming to school to host two seminars in a conference that provides a platform for graduate students to read their papers.

Saturday. A fine day. And I’m here to work instead of staying home to enjoy holidays with my family.

Well, that’s part of life. In fact, after I saw my colleague’s face the other day, a face that has been furrowed with lines of tiredness, I simply could not answer the call for my assistance to host one more seminar than initially scheduled.

Yet I’m still happy to be here. Honestly, students to me are always more precious than teachers or already established scholars. Remembering my student days embedded in anxiety for the future and disorientation concerning research, I would be happy to contribute a little of my time to encouraging them.

But just don’t make me do more than I can offer. Thank god conference of this type happens only once in a while. I myself definitely need some rest and more time to handle my own business.