A Five Make Post Things

[faustus]

If there's one thing I hate about students - and in fact there's isn't one thing there are several - it's when they turn me into a teacher. Last week in two sessions I had to shout at people to be quiet during the lecture. Today I said to some students larking around in the corridor, "You do know there are people trying to work?" I'm not sure I can forgive them.

 

 

 

 

 
A student journalist appeared at my door, and asked if she could ask me a question. I said yes if it were quick. She thrust a microrecorder of some kind in front of my nose and asked. I fumbled an answer as she fumbled with the controls on the machine. Then she left. Ah, doorstepping.

 

 

 

 

 
I've noticed that each comedian at the Carbuncle has his own audience type. Hardy and Hamilton had a Radio 4 audience. Jason Manford had a Channel 4 audience. Chris Addison, I suspect, has a BBC4 audience. And through it all I spot one person who is always there as well as me. Shortish, glasses, tubby, sits there on his own and always reads. May be it is me.

 

 

 

 

 
Faith in human nature restored for now, in human nature: the bus arrives at the stop as I do, and a student offers me his return ticket. I have one already, but a nice gesture. They always tell you not to pass on return tickets and passes from the Underground - because of drugs or something. I suspect a credit card lines it up better.

 

 

 

 

 
I squint in the dark to see Vector has arrived. Why is George Bush on the cover? Turns light on. No, that's not Bush. Time for new glasses.

Comments

[fjm.livejournal.com]

My most incompetent student insists on calling me "miss".

[drasecretcampus.livejournal.com]

I've never had that, funnily enough (aside from letters re. my fridge freezer) but I get the odd Mr A (that would be my Dad), Dr A (that's how the bank should do it) and Prof B (in bizarro world where I am vaguely competent).