Thursday - an accurate account.
Today was a work day. I got up early, by standards, and arrived at the office nicely on time. I worked on some thesis editing until lunchtime, getting a book from the library on a break. Before lunch, another PG and I talked over what we were doing for our classes in the first week of tutorials. I think we made each other a bit less nervous about our first time teaching. Lunch on the lawn - a tofu burger for extra vitamins.
Then I went back to the office and did some more work. This week’s work seems okay, but there are piles of unorganised notes everywhere that are giving me the irrits. Then the afternoon seminar. I signed up to give a paper in two weeks. That, combined with the PG conference in Melbourne in September and tutoring two units makes me feel I’ve volunteered for too much stuff. And I haven’t even started any of it yet. Bummer.
After that, I went home. Then I had to go down to the shops when I realised I had no baking paper, but that’s about it. I also bought a 100 watt globe because it’s dim in here. Maybe that’s overkill. We’ll find out sooner or later.
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Hints for teaching - do not address the class as ‘boys and girls’ unless they are prepubescent, in which case feel free. It was a tutor of mine that taught me that lesson. The bitch is still removing the pins from her eyes after I mistook her for the voodoo doll I’d made of her.
Some of the people in the class will probably be older than you [I’m making a lot of assumptions tonight, fuck off and deal with it] try to kill them as quickly as possible because they will shit everyone almost all the time.
Never imagine anyone in their underwear. It’s just wrong. It can also be very embarrassing [don’t ask how I know this]. Be very sly [and this one works for job interviews] when scoping someone’s breasts/crotch.
Oh and just know more than everyone else and flirt with absolutely everyone, subtly. Flirting always gets you good stuff.
Good luck, kid. lol
Comment by nailpolishblues — Thursday July 28 2005 @ 11:50 pm
Yeah, Shelley flirts with me all the time and I tell everyone her vagina’s sore. Good stuff, indeed.
Remember: Look close to the floor to find me tomorrow night. Not because I’ll be sloshed, but because I really am that short.
Comment by BourbonBird — Friday July 29 2005 @ 12:36 am
Oops. Nailpolishblues is Shells. My bad.
And you are the only other person aside from my father who says ‘irrits.’ It made me laugh out loud, as well as the dim bulb bit.
Comment by BourbonBird — Friday July 29 2005 @ 12:38 am
She really is that short. Just look for a bunch of people with a hole in the middle, Rinns will be that hole. That sounds so wrong but I guess you’ll figure what I mean.
Who said my vagina isn’t sore?
Anything that has the power to make grown men blush rocks. lol
Comment by nailpolishblues — Friday July 29 2005 @ 12:55 am
Short hole, sore vagina. Got it. Seeya there :)
Comment by Mark — Friday July 29 2005 @ 11:12 am
You suck. I had to leave REALLY early but you suck more for not getting in at all. You missed all the Nazi bouncer fun.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Saturday July 30 2005 @ 2:10 am
You were a no show??
Comment by Tash — Saturday July 30 2005 @ 6:37 pm