![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Friday Evening, Comin' Down
Feb. 18th, 2006 05:12 amFriday is a difficult day for me generally, since scheduling often forces me to mark and consult for six consecutive hours without bathroom breaks. This state of affairs certainly isn't helped, however, when all the morons who've decided that it isn't worth their while to turn up for one class on Thursday decide to show up during my last class on Friday instead. Eventually, today, I was forced to stand up in class and say: "Yes, you're right, there is no humanly possible way I'm going to be able to deal with the overspill from my previous class and see all of you. For those who don't want to wait, I suggest you just please give me your proposals and leave; for those who desperately want to sit down with me, meanwhile, here's a concept--Thursday is always almost entirely free, so why not try coming by then? Thanks."
After that, little annoyances like the guy who'd written the world's most rambling, boring, stupid drug movie and still thought that all its many weaknesses were strengths seem merely petty, easily dismissable: Whatever, bozo, take your mark and scamper. Not like poor Abid Azmi, who turned up panting on Wednesday with his TP-133 "beat-sheet" in hand, only to hear me regretfully inform him that he'd apparently just spent hours doing yet another version of exactly what I told everybody NOT to do--ie, watch the pilot episode of Lost over and over so that he could copy down everything that happened, in the hopes of satisfying my class requirements. At least he tries, though, which is more than I can say for my other most English-impervious current student, Mohammed Hanif. I mean, he sat there for my entire how-to-do-a-proposal lecture, grinning stupidly, and all he showed up with today was another incredibly badly-fomatted, barely-legible script.
Anyhow. I'm sure a lot of this is simply me coming down from finishing "Dead Voices" and knowing I now have to jump right into something else, a process I both dread and crave. And knowing equally well that I also have little or no time to do much else, including this, if I want the eventual result to turn out even half as well.
After that, little annoyances like the guy who'd written the world's most rambling, boring, stupid drug movie and still thought that all its many weaknesses were strengths seem merely petty, easily dismissable: Whatever, bozo, take your mark and scamper. Not like poor Abid Azmi, who turned up panting on Wednesday with his TP-133 "beat-sheet" in hand, only to hear me regretfully inform him that he'd apparently just spent hours doing yet another version of exactly what I told everybody NOT to do--ie, watch the pilot episode of Lost over and over so that he could copy down everything that happened, in the hopes of satisfying my class requirements. At least he tries, though, which is more than I can say for my other most English-impervious current student, Mohammed Hanif. I mean, he sat there for my entire how-to-do-a-proposal lecture, grinning stupidly, and all he showed up with today was another incredibly badly-fomatted, barely-legible script.
Anyhow. I'm sure a lot of this is simply me coming down from finishing "Dead Voices" and knowing I now have to jump right into something else, a process I both dread and crave. And knowing equally well that I also have little or no time to do much else, including this, if I want the eventual result to turn out even half as well.
