|Oh look, it's tidier than my desk at work.|
At least I have a desk at work.
I made a student cry with a timed exam today and another complained that it was unfair to tackle it a day after discussing the technique required and at the end of a course covering the stuff needed as more time revising would be necessary. I also got a passive aggressive e-mail from another student claiming that if I had given them time to explain they would have said about the e-mail with work being sent being sent on time (to a made up e-mail account, how were they to know it wasn't my school address?) except that they did explain this in the lesson in question and I pointed out then (and again in my reply) that the e-mail address was made up (it ended with a .isl code, which isn't even a real thing) and thus it mattered not when it was sent because I would never receive it! Another student, taken to task for playing tag by running about like an eejit indoors, responded with a sarcastic "what you think lunchtimes are for?" - they were not prepared for me to shout it was for eating lunch and that they were at big boy school now where people ate lunch rather than ran around in prohibited areas playing tag. Age patriarchy. I am both its bitch and enforcer.
|Aye, like this. But 4'11"|
|Some of these I get, some of these... not so much|
Just observations tonight, nothing special. No beer now until after the birth in case I need to drive Tilly to the hospital. Bugger.