Usually during the occasional conversation, I can vie for and win the spot of "Center of Attention." My experiences as a TV reporter are so bizarre that they make interesting and entertaining stories especially if embellished just a bit... This time, my parents must have been slightly disappointed in my lackluster conversation skills. I felt like I had nothing to talk about! No shootings, drug deals gone wrong, tense interviews with politicians, fights in the newsroom or mad, heroic dashes to make deadline in the field with a failing live truck. The best I could muster was a story about how the Central Limit Theorem allows researchers the chance to estimate an outcome for a sample of the entire population without having to draw dozens of different samples. Pretty cool, eh? Um, no, not to the general public.
I also got very lucky with the class that I teach. Students are on time and participate in the lab so there's not much to talk about there, either.
It wasn't just the conversation that was different on this mini-vacay. There was no reading for pleasure. I typically get through at least two books on vacation. This time, I read the first 12 chapters of Statistics for Dummies, dozens of pages of research for a project with Dr. Martinez and a few journal articles for Dr. Bates' class regarding Communication Theory. I also worked on my statistics class problem set and expanded on an abstract/lit review. The thing is - I finished everything I brought to work on but I should have spent more time catching up. I never seem to quite get ahead. And THAT seems to be my basis for all conversation now: the hollow, sinking feeling of an overwhelming information and work load. Forgive me for boring you too.