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Mar. 3rd, 2009 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yuuagoOh my loves, my loves. I am completely made of failure.
*nibbles fingernails* This whole "acting honourably" thing is not going well at all. You see, I slept through my morning class, and I have not done my readings for my afternoon class. If I have not done the readings, I cannot participate, and I will not understand what is going on, and so I shall not go. There is no point to it, after all. Unfortunately this will be the second week in a row missing my Eighteenth-Century lit class. But why is this? What is wrong with me? Well, I do not know, but I am going to put a stop to it immediately. I shall use this afternoon to catch up on my readings, and from this moment on I vow I shall never miss another class.
I'm so ashamed of myself. Ah, I am awful, I am a failure, I am dishonourable, yes, I am shameful, and worst of all, I reflect badly on my family. Though I was raised properly the lessons did not take; I should be beaten for it. Yes. Ahh, my relations would be so ashamed. (As an aside, I know that this might all seem somewhat excessive, but I find self-shame is the best way to jolt myself into behaving honourably.)
Note to self: You have an unusual and archaic sense of honour. That's all well and good, but only if you hold yourself up to that standard. Speak not, unless you act upon what you speak.
Okay. Deep breath! Pull yourself together, self! You can do this. You have been acting disgracefully, but you are perfectly capable of being a good, decent human being. So, do so.
Saa, saa, I feel better already. So, let's see. After that outburst, what do I have to talk about? Oh, yes! The saga of the boiler. Well, my house still doesn't have any heat, but I have high hopes that it will be fixed this week. *crosses fingers* Perhaps then, I will be able to do laundry. It is difficult to do it when they are down there working in the basement, and of course the washers/dryers are unplugged most of the time now because those outlets are the only ones that are heavy-duty enough to connect the industrial heaters we have had to use to keep the basement from freezing. So, once all that is done, I'll be able to catch up on that. *pause* I noticed that there is now a big hole in the wall near the basement door. Plaster is scattered down around it. I guess something banged into it - possibly when they were taking the new boiler in. Wonderful. ... Good lord, my apartment building is so sketchy.
Let's see, what else. Oh dear. I just remembered that I need to e-mail some of my students. They asked to make appointments to meet with me to discuss their essays, you see. This... This probably will not end well. These essays, some of you will recall, are the ones that were so painful for me to mark. The class average was 64%, which is the worst so far, even worse than the very first assignment they did (an in-class essay at the beginning of the year. That average was 67%). So... yes. This will probably be a little awkward.
I don't like it that they address me as if I'm a high school teacher or (gods forbid) a professor. No, dude, I'm just your dumbass TA. I'm not even finished my MA. You can call me Rhys. Or even "hey you" would be fine. Really. It won't kill you. No need for formalities. I told them this at the beginning, but aiyaaaaaah. They keep at it. Maybe I should remind them again.
Okay. Well! That's it, for now. Life doesn't have do-overs, and I can't take-two, but I can definitely pause, breathe, and try again. Now that I've had breather, it's time to... Try again. Here we go!
[edit 3:46 PM]
Yo dawg I heard you like to sing so we put some songs in your revolution so you can sing while you protest! *giggles*
Er. Anyway. I feel much better now. Much, much better.
... Back to work! *zooms*
*nibbles fingernails* This whole "acting honourably" thing is not going well at all. You see, I slept through my morning class, and I have not done my readings for my afternoon class. If I have not done the readings, I cannot participate, and I will not understand what is going on, and so I shall not go. There is no point to it, after all. Unfortunately this will be the second week in a row missing my Eighteenth-Century lit class. But why is this? What is wrong with me? Well, I do not know, but I am going to put a stop to it immediately. I shall use this afternoon to catch up on my readings, and from this moment on I vow I shall never miss another class.
I'm so ashamed of myself. Ah, I am awful, I am a failure, I am dishonourable, yes, I am shameful, and worst of all, I reflect badly on my family. Though I was raised properly the lessons did not take; I should be beaten for it. Yes. Ahh, my relations would be so ashamed. (As an aside, I know that this might all seem somewhat excessive, but I find self-shame is the best way to jolt myself into behaving honourably.)
Note to self: You have an unusual and archaic sense of honour. That's all well and good, but only if you hold yourself up to that standard. Speak not, unless you act upon what you speak.
Okay. Deep breath! Pull yourself together, self! You can do this. You have been acting disgracefully, but you are perfectly capable of being a good, decent human being. So, do so.
Saa, saa, I feel better already. So, let's see. After that outburst, what do I have to talk about? Oh, yes! The saga of the boiler. Well, my house still doesn't have any heat, but I have high hopes that it will be fixed this week. *crosses fingers* Perhaps then, I will be able to do laundry. It is difficult to do it when they are down there working in the basement, and of course the washers/dryers are unplugged most of the time now because those outlets are the only ones that are heavy-duty enough to connect the industrial heaters we have had to use to keep the basement from freezing. So, once all that is done, I'll be able to catch up on that. *pause* I noticed that there is now a big hole in the wall near the basement door. Plaster is scattered down around it. I guess something banged into it - possibly when they were taking the new boiler in. Wonderful. ... Good lord, my apartment building is so sketchy.
Let's see, what else. Oh dear. I just remembered that I need to e-mail some of my students. They asked to make appointments to meet with me to discuss their essays, you see. This... This probably will not end well. These essays, some of you will recall, are the ones that were so painful for me to mark. The class average was 64%, which is the worst so far, even worse than the very first assignment they did (an in-class essay at the beginning of the year. That average was 67%). So... yes. This will probably be a little awkward.
I don't like it that they address me as if I'm a high school teacher or (gods forbid) a professor. No, dude, I'm just your dumbass TA. I'm not even finished my MA. You can call me Rhys. Or even "hey you" would be fine. Really. It won't kill you. No need for formalities. I told them this at the beginning, but aiyaaaaaah. They keep at it. Maybe I should remind them again.
Okay. Well! That's it, for now. Life doesn't have do-overs, and I can't take-two, but I can definitely pause, breathe, and try again. Now that I've had breather, it's time to... Try again. Here we go!
[edit 3:46 PM]
Yo dawg I heard you like to sing so we put some songs in your revolution so you can sing while you protest! *giggles*
Er. Anyway. I feel much better now. Much, much better.
... Back to work! *zooms*
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.