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I went to college. I attended lessons and contributed usefully. I did not tell anyone to shut up or grow a brain. I sat next to someone who took notes and read the poem rather than texted boyfriends and told everyone about it. I did not fall asleep before the end. And I was one of half a dozen still in the classroom at the end of the workshop when the teacher came back and gave us free books.
Basically, big win.
... this 'workshop' thing would work better if anyone hung around to do it. Teach at the start of term was all 'you're grown ups, you're third years, you can be left to work'. Thus far the theory has not so much turned into practice. But I had done reading until the end of the poem and my watch said it was three o'clock and the end of the lesson. Teacher's watch, when she came back, said it was seven minutes before the end of the lesson, and the wall clock said ten minutes before. This is good to know and explains why everyone else thinks she's late all the time.
... my watch is set by the recorder box, which updates itself, so I kind of think my watch is more right. But the teacher is more in charge.
On the way home I stayed on the bus until Morrisons and went and had egg and chips for supper.
Win plus win.
and when I played Fate at lunch hour my character fished up a hat that looks like cheese.
Awesome.
So now my character's vitality is hugely cursed and the helmet isn't really worth it as armour but they are, without doubt, distinctive.
And now I check and I'm on Blackboard for Victorians. I can read the bibliography. Granted its last year's bibliography for last year's books, but it's a start. And there's the articles we're to work on for next week. I can read them. Win win win!
... Contemporary Narrative remains invisible. Despite enrolling on Wednesday. I shall have to email the teacher for that one.
And the chair we have requested so I can use my computer without killing my shoulders remains invisible, despite all involved swearing it is ordered and on its way. *sigh*
Still, progress.
I shall call today good.
Basically, big win.
... this 'workshop' thing would work better if anyone hung around to do it. Teach at the start of term was all 'you're grown ups, you're third years, you can be left to work'. Thus far the theory has not so much turned into practice. But I had done reading until the end of the poem and my watch said it was three o'clock and the end of the lesson. Teacher's watch, when she came back, said it was seven minutes before the end of the lesson, and the wall clock said ten minutes before. This is good to know and explains why everyone else thinks she's late all the time.
... my watch is set by the recorder box, which updates itself, so I kind of think my watch is more right. But the teacher is more in charge.
On the way home I stayed on the bus until Morrisons and went and had egg and chips for supper.
Win plus win.
and when I played Fate at lunch hour my character fished up a hat that looks like cheese.
Awesome.
So now my character's vitality is hugely cursed and the helmet isn't really worth it as armour but they are, without doubt, distinctive.
And now I check and I'm on Blackboard for Victorians. I can read the bibliography. Granted its last year's bibliography for last year's books, but it's a start. And there's the articles we're to work on for next week. I can read them. Win win win!
... Contemporary Narrative remains invisible. Despite enrolling on Wednesday. I shall have to email the teacher for that one.
And the chair we have requested so I can use my computer without killing my shoulders remains invisible, despite all involved swearing it is ordered and on its way. *sigh*
Still, progress.
I shall call today good.