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[nny]

I have had a day.

Two students walked out of lessons, one student passed out in lesson. And I. Um. Okay, so I'm actually feeling immensely guilty about this but I kinda shopped a teacher. Who is a drama teacher teaching English and she doesn't know the subject. Like, at all. She misuses words, she gives confusing and Just Plain Wrong examples, she gets me to do her marking for her which I'm genuinely okay with if it's because she's busy but it's because she knows I know the subject better than her. And most of this I'm okay with because when there's class discussion I can kinda... poke things in the right direction, but if the students' marks are at risk because of what the teacher, the figure of authority, is teaching them... I'm kinda obliged to point it out, right? Right?

*bites lip*

I feel like sliiiiime.

I also feel like slime because of being ill some more, which is fine, I'm used to it and now I have nose-running and sneezing and all those pleasant things rather than chest-straining cough and sinus pressure and all that. I'd rather leak than feel like I'm gonna explode. :D

I'm also having one of those days where I just realise that I know way, way too many intelligent people and I feel the urge to go hide under a rock until they all go away. To the library, or whatever. You ever get that feeling? I have, like, brainpenis envy.

...wow. Brainpenis. There's a lovely mental image.

PS this is a very very scary thing

I do not like Roman Jakobson also, in spite of him being called Roman which would usually earn points with me. I do not like him because he uses sentences like 'In poetry, and to a certain extent in latent manifestations of poetic function, sequences delimited by word boundaries become commensurable whether they are sensed as isochronic or graded.' Which, y'know, when I have a cold that's just unnecessary. I fear if I ever read any Derrida I'd have to beat him with a shoe. (See what I mean about being clevar?)

I'm going to go change into some more comfortable trousers, now. YES, TROUSERS! I'M ENGLISH! HUGH LAURIE IS OURS, DAMMIT!

*ahem*

I have to stop watching old episodes of QI.

I forgot! I got a D at GCSE. I'm immensely proud of my D, because my D can be entirely (and by entirely I mean completely and utterly and in all other ways) blamed on porn. They tried to take it away and re-mark it for me and I was like nuuuuuuuuuuu *clings* but it's okay. It still came back a D. My porn D.

*beams*

Comments

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

I'm always confused by the gravity of "students walking out". It was a lessonly occurance in my school and it was a goddamned miracle if I made it through maths without throwing a tantrum, a table, and a walk-out.

That said I'm sorry your day was so dayish. It does seem to have been a bitch of a Wednesday!

[batyatoon]

... What does "shopped" mean in this context?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I went to my supervisor and said 'supervisor, I don't think that this teacher is doing a decent job of teaching these students English, and I think that's going to have an effect on what grades they come away with. Sorry.'

[batyatoon]

Huh.

-- okay there's a song with a line in it that I have never quite gotten, and it uses a similar expression, and now I think I may get what it's saying.

Did he go to ground? Was the suitcase ever found?
Did the police come sniffing round on a trail already cold?
Did he lead them a dance? Did he run away to France?
Or did he shop himself before the day was old?
-Oysterband, "The Oxford Girl"

I couldn't figure out whether that meant "kill himself" or "turn himself in" or something else entirely.

Gorram regionalisms.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Shopping someone is definitely turning them in.

Hence teh guilt. XD

[batyatoon]

I see now!

-- and I don't think you ought to feel guilty. I mean, this isn't even turning someone in for breaking petty regulations like, I don't know, smoking in the teachers' lounge or something; this is her actual job, and she's screwing it up.

You did the right thing.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

It's not even her actual job, this is, like, a side-thing to her teaching drama because the English department is woefully understaffed.

*twitches*

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

You've had one hell of a dad, sweetness, and you are still not slime. Like I said before: at this point, not saying something would have screwed over all the kids, while saying something is only kinda-screwing-over the teacher. You did the right thing and it will be fine.

Hah, brainpenis!

The USA is fucking scary.

TROUSERS FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING WIN.

I love Hugh. I also love QI. I in no way have all the episodes burned to disc. Additionally, were you to want to watch some while here, we should in no way do that.

I worship your porn D!

[kenovay.livejournal.com]

I can understand why you feel like shit. But, you so much did the right thing I can't even say. A-Level students should not ever have to deal with a teacher who doesn't know what he or she is doing on top of everything else, you know?