College. And looking.

I did another day of college. College involves getting up at 0600 at the best of times. Today I woke at 0430 and couldn't get that last hour of sleep. Then arriving at college at 0830 I was told the doors didn't open until 0830. Which it was. But not according to the doors. Thanks, security guy. So, there's only one bus that gets me there early enough for lessons, but it also sometimes gets me there too early to get in. Lovely.

My 9 o'clock lesson was as fruitful and productive as I have come to expect from this teacher.
Also, only two other students turned up.
Before the end of the lesson there were two more. Half an hour and an hour late.
Working in groups is always frustrating, but when there's only one group, and nobody's working... *sigh*
I don't get it, they turn up, there's nobody to dilute the questions, the teacher will be back for our answers, why are they not working?
And why does no one else turn up? I mean, okay, I'm not sure I've ever learned anything by doing so I wouldn't have learned quicker from reading the handouts at home, but still, I'm sure there's some reason we're supposed to.

So after that I had two hours to wait and no good quiet place to sit. I tried in the computer room, and people were being talky and I think one corner was a lesson. I tried sitting downstairs but it's loud and there's stupid blinky TV screens with no subtitles and some idiot advertising for college on a loop. Why advertise college? We're already there! I ended up back in the corridor outside the room I'd been in for the first two hours, because at least the rattly noises were familiar, and lessons are quieter than coffee places.

In between, I went outside for a bit. Because I wanted to sit on a bench and just not be at college for ten minutes. So I went outside, and sat down, and it was dirty and smelly and loud and six feet away from cars and full of people and I had my shoulders around my ears and I'd felt sick all day and blergh.

So then I asked myself, What Would The Doctor Do?

I had a look around as if the Doctor was about to stroll through, and knowing him find an adventure.
The stinky busy stuff is all just normal, so it kind of faded out. Boring. Don't need that.
But there were all these details I hadn't got around to noticing before. I've been past that corner and sat on that bench I don't know how many times, but I never noticed the shape of the church windows, or the lighter colored bit of wall where some kind of fancy curly shape had been there for a long time. There were black lilies in an upstairs window. The roof above them had an overhang I'd not seen elsewhere in Norwich. Black beams on white walls made interesting shapes. There was a lamp post that looked like a UFO, and curly wire thingies on the back that after a bit of puzzling I realised were designed to take a flag like for the olympics route or the festival. There was a CCTV camera, not a fixed one, one of the eyeball looking things that darts around and follows people. Windows that don't quite close properly, metal under tiles, those windows that stick up through the roof but don't seem to quite belong to any of the buildings underneath. All sorts of interesting things. And on the litter bin there was painted a funny looking shape, like one of those pictures that looks like a cube until you realise the overlaps don't quite work, a collection of odd angles that looked like a puzzle.

I tried to throw my empty crisp packet away, but the wind came up right then and scooped it out of the bin on the way down. And when I went to pick it up and try again the thing scooted along just out of reach until it hit the road.

Clearly the bin possesses your litter and tries to lure you to your doom.


So, one packet of crisps and a bit of looking at the world like the Doctor would and I was in a rather better mood.

... it wore off almost immediately on returning to college, but it was still a useful exercise.



The only unit I'm doing this semester is Life Writing. I'm still not quite clear on what Life Writing is, but I think quite a lot of this place counts. So that up there probably counts as homework.

:eyeroll:


After the long waiting I talked to my tutor about my dissertation.
... I have no dissertation. It's a problem.
He said to write an outline for the first progression point and remember to put stuff in my log book.
Okay. I can do that. Possibly.
*facepalm*

But hey, the tutor knows there's a problem and why there's a problem, and agrees with my priorities, so.


Now I have until next week to... see if I actually pick up a single book this week either.

Motivation: why so difficult?