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I was meant to be at a training session on Wednesday so I could be a helpful scrutineer at an infernal scrutiny - except, of course, the infernal scrutiny got cancelled on me some weeks ago and is unlikely to happen before Christmas. On Tuesday, I was in the middle of editing the document for the missed deadline and decided that as I had to write two lectures before 10am Thursday with a) a mate coming round to eat that night, b)office hours on Wednesday morning where I would likely get interrupted and c) no time to delay the second lecture because I would be out of the postcode Friday to Sunday, Wednesday afternoon was the time to do it.
In fact, I broke the back of one of these lectures on Tuesday night after my mate left (or rather two and a half hours of the start of Wednesday), but realised in fact that Monday is, of course, two lectures. I finished the second of these at about ten pm Wednesday, and decided that I needed to visit the pub, where I could sit and read a draft of a student's essay, and proof the latest draft of the sodding RAE bid which [muffle uffle uffle].
When some of the incumbents found out that it was a female student, they wanted to know if she was fit. I said I didn't know. Whilst I recognise her in the room, at that moment I didn't have a mental picture of what she looked like. When they pressed me further, I pointed out that at the very least she wasn't my type.
No, but really...
What my recent experience in another place proved about my libido is that it does work in the vicinity of students, but is smart enough not to trouble me very often on home turf. It's not clear if I'd be allowed to have a relationship with a student on my programme - it would need me to declare it at the very least - but I'm pretty sure they're off limits. This is one of the reasons that I didn't accept an invitation to go to a party on York Road when I walked past there a few Saturdays ago. It just risks crossing the line.
Could I introduce them though?
Leaving aside how desperate that makes them sound, I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to pimp my students out. Unless that counts as knowledge transfer or consultancy these days.
In fact, I broke the back of one of these lectures on Tuesday night after my mate left (or rather two and a half hours of the start of Wednesday), but realised in fact that Monday is, of course, two lectures. I finished the second of these at about ten pm Wednesday, and decided that I needed to visit the pub, where I could sit and read a draft of a student's essay, and proof the latest draft of the sodding RAE bid which [muffle uffle uffle].
When some of the incumbents found out that it was a female student, they wanted to know if she was fit. I said I didn't know. Whilst I recognise her in the room, at that moment I didn't have a mental picture of what she looked like. When they pressed me further, I pointed out that at the very least she wasn't my type.
No, but really...
What my recent experience in another place proved about my libido is that it does work in the vicinity of students, but is smart enough not to trouble me very often on home turf. It's not clear if I'd be allowed to have a relationship with a student on my programme - it would need me to declare it at the very least - but I'm pretty sure they're off limits. This is one of the reasons that I didn't accept an invitation to go to a party on York Road when I walked past there a few Saturdays ago. It just risks crossing the line.
Could I introduce them though?
Leaving aside how desperate that makes them sound, I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to pimp my students out. Unless that counts as knowledge transfer or consultancy these days.
