And only Tuesday

[faustus]

I knew it, I just knew it.

Late Friday afternoon I had a query about a resit from a student and I knew they were going to do the wrong thing. I had my notes, I had the minutes of the meeting, I had the letter telling them what to do, I had the emails confirming this with the PTB, I just didn't have the marksheet, or least not to hand. (Thought: must get a filing cabinet of some kind for the home office. Or get the electronic versions.) I told them what they were doing wrong - after all, they'd asked me what they were supposed to do. Just before midnight last night I got a hoity toity email telling me I was wrong. Unfortunately the marks confirm my side of the story. But it's not my fault if they sit the wrong exam.

I didn't see that coming.

There's this course I taught two years back, and that I ran last year, which is basically practical criticism, but of film, radio or tv. The exam is watch this tv programme or film, listen to this radio programme, answer questions about it. Like Screen Test, but with more Todorov.

On the whole it's wiser to have this in a room of its own, so we don't disturb the other candidates. This year we had a problem in that one student needed a separate room to watch the film in, and one was duly booked, but one without a tv or dvd player. Neat.

The resit was, naturally, booked into the main hall, along with twenty other exams, and after a bit of jumping up and down, we got it moved. Of course, as I suspected would happen this morning when I dragged myself out of bed, the candidate didn't show up.

H'mmm.

At least I can do a bit of editing, and print out the Banks plenary draft. Except the printer has run out of ink.

Edit: And now a phonecall from a student who wants to have a breakdown of their marks so they know how much work to do on their resit so they can scrape a pass. I can't find the marks in the pile on my desk, so they criticised my organisation. This from someone several months late in handing two essays in. Harumph.

Edit: And there's more... the student showed up in my building at 2pm, apparently under the impression that their exam was this afternoon. This may run. And run...

Comments

[andrewmacrae.livejournal.com]

tuesday is actually the worst day of the week. At least with monday, you can cruise thru on the warm glow from the weekend, and wednesday is hump day. But tuesday is pain day.

gack.

i never thought i'd become such a wage slave.

:)O

[drasecretcampus.livejournal.com]

Monday is usually my big day, most spectacularly when I discovered I'd written the wrong lectures (note plural) for that afternoon and that I was teaching for two of the four hours I had left before I was delivering the material. Nobody noticed anything different.

It's the wrong lectures, Grommit.

Still, round about 11.30am I can be heard muttering, "Only five days to the weekend."

First Monday of term there is usually something unexpected to be expected.

Not sure I want to hear about humping.

[lamentables.livejournal.com]

But really today kind of is Monday. And yesterday was an extra Sunday.

[drasecretcampus.livejournal.com]

We did yesterday have a chorus of "Why is this not a Sunday paper?" (it's Monday!) and "Why are the pool team practising?" (it's Monday!) and "What time does the Bell& shut?" (it's a Monday, but it wouldn't make any difference if it were a Sunday).

I'd like to thank the person who scheduled a deadline just after a Bank Holiday. Personally.