Sunday 14 October 2007

Such cleverness!

I've just learnt to add some links. It took me all night. I thought you had to make the links as Page Elements, but no, one does them as links! I've got three degrees but my ineptitude never ceases to amaze me. Now at least I can have something more like a normal blog.

Saturday 13 October 2007


Literary Meme
(taken from cestchic.blogspot.com. Thanks!)

1. One book you have read more than once.
Diary of Virginia Woolf

2. One book you would want on a desert island.
War and Peace
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3. One book that made you laugh.
Catch 22

4. One book that made you cry.
Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

5. One (or more) books I wish I had written.
Sebald, Austerlitz; Naipul, The Enigma of Arrival; Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

6. One (Two) book(s) you wish had never been written.
Protocols Elders of Zion; Hitler, Mein Kampf

7. One book I am currently reading.
Woodrell, Winter’s Bone

8. One book I have meant to read.
Richardson, Clarissa

9. One (Two) book(s) that changed your life.
A. S. Neill, Summerhill; John Seymour, Self Sufficiency
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I feel there should be a tenth item, but can't think of one.

Friday 12 October 2007

Self-serving Students

I have to qualify my post about bad students (see March). There are also self-serving students, who have no sense that learning in groups is a collaborative venture.

They don't prepare for seminars and say nothing in them and contribute no goodwill to the course or to their fellow students, but then use up a lot of my energy in asking for special help when essay time comes round. Then they turn in their good papers in the end and get a lot of credit -- even first class degrees. I hate them. Self-serving types.

In the old days students got 10% of their degree for their contributions, goodwill, hard work, etc., but now any surly, non-contributing student can get through without those good qualities.

That reminds me of the student who, when a lecturer asked if he would open a window, retorted, "Open it yourself." But that leads me to a larger train of thought about their upbringings. Is it their fault that their parents have given them that horrible attitude to life?

No, but from about the age of 18 I believe that it is incumbent on every adult to get some insight, to shape up, to evolve.

The postscript to this is that I am very aware of the seriously shy students in my seminar groups and would never put them under duress. Poor things. The most gentle of encouragements is needed here, as is working in tiny groups where I can spy on them flourishing, smiling, even using their hands to express themselves.