... I also find that writing when you feel like it, and not writing when you don't feel like it, helps. Forcing oneself to write just turns out awful stuff.
Anyway, okay, I think I get you now. And mnh, Iceland as a duplicate of Norway? You've seen that in fic? Mann. I wonder where people got that idea. Looking at the source material, I can't see it at all. Ah, well, no matter. Speaking of source material - now that we have more of it (OMG YAY) I think I might be able to get a better handle on everyone's character, though I do need to re-read it a few more times. Eeeee, so excited about this~
(Sidenote, pfft. I CAN MAKE ANYTHING WORK or, well, almost anything. It pleases me that you thought of me. <3 )
Moving on. *squeeze* Saa, well. I really appreciate the thought, anyway. Things are better now, but I really need to keep my eye on myself and make sure I don't slip into any more bad habits. I can't afford to have that happen again. ...If you ever need someone to talk to about this issue, like if you're having a similar problem or something, we would talk about it maybe. Just putting that out there.
About jobs - well, the amount of work was maybe the same, but the thing with the school jobs is that aside from maybe 4 hours, all of the hours per week were not set. So with set hours, it might interfere with my studying, depending on various factors. I tend to prefer stuff that is very labour-intensive with little time to sit around and do work, so I dunno. Next semester I might be able to do something of that kind, but we'll see.
Teaching was both wonderful and awful. I didn't really mind the 8:30 AM part, even though it meant I had to get up early. Mostly the thing that bothered me was that whenever I tried to get them to discuss things - because part of the point of this thing was that they would engage in discussion, you see - I was met with a class full of slack-jawed black-stares. Like cows. And of course, all the whining about how they hated everything we had to read. And many of them couldn't write a sentence to save their lives. But some of them were okay. I remember one time, toward the end of the year, a student approached me about his work. He'd gotten off to a rocky start, but had improved steadily over the year, both in terms of English (it wasn't his first language) and actually writing the papers. The final paper he handed in to me, I graded as an A, and he was just so happy and said he'd really enjoyed being in my class and that he wanted to go on and take more literature courses in the future and I just. ;~; Ahhhh I was so happy.
So. I'm not doing anything wrong? That's good to know. I still wish people wouldn't be all intimidated by me, but at least I know that it isn't because I'm a douche or something. I mean, occasionally I was a douche (usually just in chat though) but now I've learned to step away from the meme on days when I've gotten up on the wrong side of the bed so to speak, so... there we are. Sigh. Tl;dr is right, but oh man, if only they knew I ain't as smart as I seem. Oh, well. (You? Still afraid? Oh come on, darlin', don't be scared!)
When it comes to instant messengers, I do have similar problems, though it's not quite as bad because the expectation is not for something as instantaneous as real life. It does take me a while to think of something to say though. Occasionally people interpret this as me ignoring them, when really I just have no idea what to say. (Not to mention that I have a habit of wandering off during extended pauses to go do other things, like laundry, or occasionally I'll go flop on my bed while waiting for a response, and end up falling asleep while waiting for a reply, so then people again think I'm ignoring them...) Even with people I know pretty well, I have trouble thinking of something to say. In some ways though, this is partly because I have very little to talk about. Pretty much every day is exactly the same, so if I'm talking to the same person every day, I run out of things to talk about very quickly. It's frustrating, because people get pissed at me about it, act like I don't want to talk to them (had this problem with an ex, ugh) when really I literally don't have anything to talk about. Sigh. So there we are.
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Date: 2009-09-25 09:55 am (UTC)Anyway, okay, I think I get you now. And mnh, Iceland as a duplicate of Norway? You've seen that in fic? Mann. I wonder where people got that idea. Looking at the source material, I can't see it at all. Ah, well, no matter. Speaking of source material - now that we have more of it (OMG YAY) I think I might be able to get a better handle on everyone's character, though I do need to re-read it a few more times. Eeeee, so excited about this~
(Sidenote, pfft. I CAN MAKE ANYTHING WORK or, well, almost anything. It pleases me that you thought of me. <3 )
Moving on. *squeeze* Saa, well. I really appreciate the thought, anyway. Things are better now, but I really need to keep my eye on myself and make sure I don't slip into any more bad habits. I can't afford to have that happen again. ...If you ever need someone to talk to about this issue, like if you're having a similar problem or something, we would talk about it maybe. Just putting that out there.
About jobs - well, the amount of work was maybe the same, but the thing with the school jobs is that aside from maybe 4 hours, all of the hours per week were not set. So with set hours, it might interfere with my studying, depending on various factors. I tend to prefer stuff that is very labour-intensive with little time to sit around and do work, so I dunno. Next semester I might be able to do something of that kind, but we'll see.
Teaching was both wonderful and awful. I didn't really mind the 8:30 AM part, even though it meant I had to get up early. Mostly the thing that bothered me was that whenever I tried to get them to discuss things - because part of the point of this thing was that they would engage in discussion, you see - I was met with a class full of slack-jawed black-stares. Like cows. And of course, all the whining about how they hated everything we had to read. And many of them couldn't write a sentence to save their lives. But some of them were okay. I remember one time, toward the end of the year, a student approached me about his work. He'd gotten off to a rocky start, but had improved steadily over the year, both in terms of English (it wasn't his first language) and actually writing the papers. The final paper he handed in to me, I graded as an A, and he was just so happy and said he'd really enjoyed being in my class and that he wanted to go on and take more literature courses in the future and I just. ;~; Ahhhh I was so happy.
So. I'm not doing anything wrong? That's good to know. I still wish people wouldn't be all intimidated by me, but at least I know that it isn't because I'm a douche or something. I mean, occasionally I was a douche (usually just in chat though) but now I've learned to step away from the meme on days when I've gotten up on the wrong side of the bed so to speak, so... there we are. Sigh. Tl;dr is right, but oh man, if only they knew I ain't as smart as I seem. Oh, well. (You? Still afraid? Oh come on, darlin', don't be scared!)
When it comes to instant messengers, I do have similar problems, though it's not quite as bad because the expectation is not for something as instantaneous as real life. It does take me a while to think of something to say though. Occasionally people interpret this as me ignoring them, when really I just have no idea what to say. (Not to mention that I have a habit of wandering off during extended pauses to go do other things, like laundry, or occasionally I'll go flop on my bed while waiting for a response, and end up falling asleep while waiting for a reply, so then people again think I'm ignoring them...) Even with people I know pretty well, I have trouble thinking of something to say. In some ways though, this is partly because I have very little to talk about. Pretty much every day is exactly the same, so if I'm talking to the same person every day, I run out of things to talk about very quickly. It's frustrating, because people get pissed at me about it, act like I don't want to talk to them (had this problem with an ex, ugh) when really I literally don't have anything to talk about. Sigh. So there we are.