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vworp, vworp
Monday, 6 November 2006 06:22 pmI lent a student my almost-new copy of Sheri Tepper's Grass, and the wretched child returned it bent and bont, if not actually splugged; also peach-stained and marked with emphatic lines in the margin. In pen. I cannot decide whether my homicidal impulse to give her 0 for her essay as a result is adequately assuaged by the fact that book and essay came in accompanied by a note of apology for the peach, and a bar of Lindt Dark Extra-Fine. She clearly shouldn't be let near books, lit student or no student, but I may allow her a grudging 10% for actual possession of good taste.
Invigilation today! in my Cherished Institution's happy new institution, the 5pm exam slot, a time rife with students being particularly cross-eyed after spending the entire day cramming. The exam was rendered at least vaguely interesting to the invigilators by the discovery of a microscopic, crumpled note on the floor, presumably from the previous exam. It read: "My very earnest mother just sent us nine pawpaws!" I spent a happy five minutes wandering around breathing downstudent's students' necks and mentally constructing the probable peculiar home life of the writer, the strangely vivid character of the mother, earnest but caring, packing up food parcels of pawpaws to send to cherished and oddly articulate offspring. Then the penny dropped.*
In other news, it has just been vouchsafed to me, courtesy of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strawberryfrog, that the Tardis goes "Vworp, vworp!" I mean, clearly it does. My life is now complete. This Dylan Thomas/Torchwood mashup is spot on in terms of language and also hysterically funny despite the fact I haven't actually seen the series. (My secret sorrow. Frog, please send under separate cover an indication of the bribery it would take for you to burn the darned episodes to disk and send them to me, in the Usual Fashion. I have to have something to brighten my lonely life before Season Three of Who turns up).
Reasons to move to the UK, actually: get yer Doctor Who while it's fresh! it's luvverly!
* Planets, as you science types probably recognised immediately. Never let it be said I don't learn anything from invigilating English exams. Now I'll never forget them.
Invigilation today! in my Cherished Institution's happy new institution, the 5pm exam slot, a time rife with students being particularly cross-eyed after spending the entire day cramming. The exam was rendered at least vaguely interesting to the invigilators by the discovery of a microscopic, crumpled note on the floor, presumably from the previous exam. It read: "My very earnest mother just sent us nine pawpaws!" I spent a happy five minutes wandering around breathing down
In other news, it has just been vouchsafed to me, courtesy of
strawberryfrog, that the Tardis goes "Vworp, vworp!" I mean, clearly it does. My life is now complete. This Dylan Thomas/Torchwood mashup is spot on in terms of language and also hysterically funny despite the fact I haven't actually seen the series. (My secret sorrow. Frog, please send under separate cover an indication of the bribery it would take for you to burn the darned episodes to disk and send them to me, in the Usual Fashion. I have to have something to brighten my lonely life before Season Three of Who turns up).Reasons to move to the UK, actually: get yer Doctor Who while it's fresh! it's luvverly!
* Planets, as you science types probably recognised immediately. Never let it be said I don't learn anything from invigilating English exams. Now I'll never forget them.
