Author: Anne Baillot

Of sitting and standing

I have never liked, nor really been able to perform, hour-long sitting. Actually, if there is one thing I hated in school, it’s the sitting. Inevitably, your back aches, your belt hurts, you fall asleep, you can’t help but concentrate on a minor detail at the blackboard or in the…

Growing trees

While the garden is getting greener, it seems that we are going to be trapped in this situation for quite some time still. For the first time since the beginning of the lockdown, we plan on watching the presidential announcement on TV tonight, although I don’t expect much surprise there:…

One doorstopper later

Easter break at  last! The past four weeks feel like an eternity that would have passed by eerily quick. I remember, vaguely, the chaos of the first weeks. I remember realizing painfully it was almost impossible to find time for daily hours of work. There have been week-ends I spent…

Boeckh strikes back

You know how research takes a lo-ong time, and publication processes too? Let me tell you a story about it, and one that ends well at that. A decade ago, when the projet “Berlin intellectuals 1800-1830” started, there were three main focus points reflecting the main spaces of public involvement…

It’s about the science we do

My last blog post was written in German and published on one of my other blogs; it presents the results of a hackathon-like workshop given at the DHd conference in Paderborn at the beginning of March 2020. I tell about a dog no human eye had really noticed on an…

Adding sound

My first classes are online! – after a somewhat discouraging start, I got the whole system working now. I decided not to give virtual classes at a fixed times because it would require too much organization from some of the students, or even a quality of internet connection they don’t…

I hate grading – but still

I have always hated grading. It has always felt like a total misunderstanding of what teachers are there for. We are not here to grade, we are here to teach. In an ideal world, there would be no grading at all. Now, we are not in an ideal world, and…

A Neighbour’s Tree like Totoro’s

On the street side of the house, it almost looks like on the very, very hot days, when everyone avoids setting foot on the hot asphalt. It is as if all life was reserved for the garden side. A large part of Le Mans urbanism dates back to the beginning…

The alpha and the beta

Homeschooling seems to work better now that we have a system – a system that supposes that each child can use a laptop on their own for 3 hours in the morning. I have no idea how people who are less well equipped than us, both technically and pedagogically, can…

Two Minutes To Lockdown

At 7:58 PM yesterday, two minutes from the official announcement of a lockdown of the whole country that is bound to last for weeks, I took my kids out and we threw seed balls. I had prepared them the day before, while the sun was shining on our little garden,…

How I became a feminist

TW: The following contains allusions to rape in a literary text. A story of self-censorship A few years ago, two separate events made me rethink the way I expose my public persona on the web. Back then, I wasn’t tenured yet but pretty convinced I would soon be (it turned…

Like a caramel pudding, somehow

As promised in an earlier post, I would like to start a series of blogposts on different didactical settings I tried out this year and think about what worked, what should be improved and how far you can take active pedagogy with second years. It all started in the middle…

Teachings

Compared to my professional activity of the past years, there turns out to be plenty of valuable experience that I can rely on – certainly more than I thought at first. Team management, project management, administration, international relationships, networking on different scales, opening eyes and ears to new cooperations and…

Next on

What silenced me so long is the state of application. Month after month, job applications determined my life.  When you are applying for jobs – depending on the jobs, obviously, but still -, blogging and tweeting can easily be perceived as a sign of vanity or of an unprofessional leisure.…

The energy of despair, the energy of passion

Two weeks to the first time a PhD candidate I tutored defends her PhD. Four days until summer term starts. One week to the March for Science. Is it a beginning or an end? It is, in any case, a moment of some quiet before a surge of energy. Preparing, hoping, wondering. Will…

Families, I do not hate you

For the third time since I started the project “Berlin intellectuals 1800-1830”, great luck has come to me from descendants’ families. Unexpectedly, material turns out to be recoverable. Letters – answers to other letters we have edited in Letters and Texts – happen not to be lost after all. They are in…
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