Teaching trauma

As this blog is publicly available, I'm afraid that the full magnitude of my ire cannot be conveyed as fully as I would like.

I am loving teaching. It's great. I have some good students, talented students, students who, despite stuggling, are showing real promise. I also have some shit students. Students who despite knowing that they have coursework to hand in on Friday, are yet to collect their usernames and passwords so they can even start it. This enrages me to the point of insanity and I am only mildly soothed by the prospect that it is likely I will be giving those students a damn good flunking in the weeks to come.

I have decided that the Bishop-school for teaching, (only my fellow graduates from Reading will know what I mean by that) is the way forward. By god they will feel my wrath!!

Set life to warp speed

So I haven't been blogging much lately. This is not exactly an uncommon state of affairs, but it's worth pointing out why. I'm busy. Not just "I've-got-to-do-a,b-and-c-in-a-very-short-space-of-time"-busy, more like, "a,b-and-c!!-I'm-still-working-through-k-to-z-from-last-week,-and-don't-get-me-started-on-last-month's- v!"-busy. The reasons are as follows:

1) I'm moving house. h is homeless and the thought of living mit my pomegranate fills me with all the warm squidgyness that is associated with one in the peculiar state of mind caused by that love thing, (you always think that it's going to happen to someone else.)

2) I'm teaching, which is proving even more time consuming than I had thought, largely because rather than being the bright-eyed, socially inadequate geeks I'd hoped for, I've been given people with demands, people who miss lectures and need to catch up. People who need extra help. I may have to start using a teaching stick, or at the very least, hire a student-dog, to round the little buggers up so I can actually start a lecture on time.

3) I'm trying to do a very complicated mathematical proof that, so far this week, I've not even attempted because of interuptions (you know who you are workmates, and if you want to carry on drinking in the pleasures that life has to offer, I recommend that you cease), house hunting, and lectures.

4) I've been to Jonh's stag-do, which was all the kinds of fun that I could have hoped for, (we built stuff and we then attempted to sail said construction on a snake-infested lake. That alone saturated my fun-ometer, (and the bottoms of my trouser legs).)

5) Other things, too numerous to mention.

Anyway, writing that list has tired me out, and quite frankly I've given you slackers quite enough time as it is.

boB, signing off.