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Well, I lied. I didn’t mean to! It was one of those accidental lies. Honest. You know, it amazes me how quickly it can slip from a Sunday into a Friday. What a fool was I to have said that I would be back again tomorrow when I ended up not being back ’til today, which was tomorrow yesterday but not Sunday’s follow-up day. Ask any old person and I think you’ll find that most say that one moves out of baby nappies and into old-folk nappies very fucking swiftly!
Been working at my art, which is good. Makes me feel good. I’m working to the maxim of writer and cartoonist James Thurber, who said, ‘Don’t get it right, get it written.’ It’s coming along fine so far, and that is good.
I found out my results today for my essay and group presentation for my drama subject. I think it translates to a credit for the essay and an high distinction for the group performance wherein I played Edward Gordon Craig, British revolutionary of the theatre. For the subject I am supposing that I shall receive a distinction overall, and I’d be content with that. I’m hoping I’m not over-calculating. (Is that the right phrase? Oh, well, you knows what I means.) I must say, my tutor is not the shiniest berry on the bush, so to speak, and her system for marking is certainly not the most reasonable I have ever encountered. For example, she marked me down in places where I feel she should not have, and marked me up in other places where I clearly didn’t deserve it. University teachers: a generally mediocre breed. Not that I’m saying I’ve been much more than a mediocre student…
Been working at my art, which is good. Makes me feel good. I’m working to the maxim of writer and cartoonist James Thurber, who said, ‘Don’t get it right, get it written.’ It’s coming along fine so far, and that is good.
I found out my results today for my essay and group presentation for my drama subject. I think it translates to a credit for the essay and an high distinction for the group performance wherein I played Edward Gordon Craig, British revolutionary of the theatre. For the subject I am supposing that I shall receive a distinction overall, and I’d be content with that. I’m hoping I’m not over-calculating. (Is that the right phrase? Oh, well, you knows what I means.) I must say, my tutor is not the shiniest berry on the bush, so to speak, and her system for marking is certainly not the most reasonable I have ever encountered. For example, she marked me down in places where I feel she should not have, and marked me up in other places where I clearly didn’t deserve it. University teachers: a generally mediocre breed. Not that I’m saying I’ve been much more than a mediocre student…
2 Comments:
my tutor is not the shiniest berry on the bush
This is a great way to put it. And yes... when you're in school, time very quickly runs away, fearful that you will sit on it and tickle it mercilessly until it wets its pants like a baby.
And there's a bit of intellectual babyish pants wetting at university, too!
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