Hello again

I’m back in touch after a perfectly horrible few days: in September, I inaugurated a new first year course, massive take-up, I had three teaching assistants and four co-examiners so trying to get all the information about all the students including the ones who came for the first three weeks and changed course, etc. etc. has been no laughing matter. One this infernal spreadsheet had been created, I then had to go through about 175 exam scripts (which of their nature are in no particular order) checking each of them against the marks run to see if there was any reason to send them to the external, then deal with the towering piles of essays, identified, due to the conventions of anonymous marking, by an eight-figure number, to find the essays to match. It’s been absolutely hideous. I’m not wholly through with examination matters, but having the first year off my desk is a tremendous relief to my mind.

5 Responses to “Hello again”

  1. Eleanor Says:

    There’s only one word for this kind of stuff: bleh.

  2. Jane Says:

    Oh. and the administration changed its tiny mind about how I’d dealt with the first year, and I had to do it all over again!

  3. Eleanor Says:

    Well then, another word comes to mind: Sucks!

  4. Will Says:

    Well I’ve left my perfectly hideous job and am applying for an Artist in Residence job in a private school. I’m also ‘dating’ a University Professor in California.. as you do. So I am being thrown from one set of rules, to perhaps, another… via some ‘out-time’. Let me know if you have any decorating to do!

  5. Jane Says:

    Instead of the predictable seasonal storms I was blogging about, a new world of sunny skies & unexpected hurricanes… good luck. The American use of the word ‘date’, in a context of adults rather than high school, is one I’ve never felt at ease with. The gradations of ’significcant other / quite significant other / slightly significant other / insignificant other have got so complicated that out of sheer perversity, I resort to the Victorianism, ‘walking out with’, which is rather splendidly neutral

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