I start this particular post with a long sigh - or I would if I knew how to spell it.
I'm still in the throes of marking - my dining table is covered with essays and their damn pink cover sheets waiting for me to re-read them (preferably without crying or screaming with (hysterical) laughter), and to make insightful comments on them in purple ink. The pile doesn't seem to diminish - how does that happen? Some of them, to be fair, are very good. And some of them are very bad.
When it comes to the bad ones, I don't mind so much if they're produced by a student who has attended next to no seminars. What I do mind a little more is when the students who have attended next to no seminars produce very good essays. That seems a little insulting, somehow. But, I can get over it. With the aid of chocolate.
The ankle (three torn tendons according to the physio) is well on the mend. I hope to be able to dispense with the crutch today, and be back in the gym in a couple of weeks. This would be handy - the shadow from my ample derriere is threatening to block out the sun.
University campus is in the grip of a Mathematical symposium at the moment. The woolly jumper quotient is high, and there are swathes of men who look as though they've been sent to work with a packed lunch made by their mum - as the SweetChild observed. It would appear that as a breed, mathematicians are not the most stylish. Not that I can talk in my pink DM boots.
But, most excitingly of all, last weekend I picked up my new bed. Well, a friend was kind enough to lend himself and his van to help me collect said furniture. I have a passion for eBay. I sell my cast-offs, and I buy clothes, and furniture. My Victorian basement flat has evolved furniture-wise dependent on what I've been able to find. My greatest buys have been the mahogany table in my sitting from (£85), some very pretty chairs, and this weekend, my glorious bed. I reckon it was made in about 1930, it is stained dark brown, with a monumental footboard and headboard, and I love it.
It's comfortable, but more than that, it has a sense of history and character. Bit like me really.
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Thursday, 12 April 2012
... as I face the mountain of marking on my desk.
Progress, I have to say, is being made. I have sorted out piles of essays, I have done the first skim read and have allocated first marks (on post-it notes), and have sorted the essays into mark order from the most terrible through to the best.
And, then, to completely ruin my day, I see this on the BBC website.
Just what the world needs. I haven't quite forgiven her for Harry Potter...