The
strike is still on and though my professors didn’t seem to be
caught up in it- it seems a couple of them are- and I didn’t have
medieval English last week. I can’t say that bothers me. The slides
for the lectures and seminar are online and it gave me a bit of extra
time on my essay on The Battle of Maldon, which
I was moderately pleased
with.
That said, I used a freebie word-processor called LibreOffice and when I saved the document the layout of the essay got screwed up slightly when it was saved in Microsoft Word (which it usually doesn’t do) and I didn’t realise this until it was too late. When you submit your essay to TurnitIn it lets you preview it, but guess what, the preview is the size of a matchbox, so all you can really see is that it’s the right or wrong document. Then when it’s submitted you can see it full size. So that means I will needlessly lose marks.
If that seems like the most boring thing you’ve read all week, how about this? Prague has just re-elected Miloš Zeman for another presidential term.
No, you’re right, that is mildly more interesting than my news. I guess something did happen on Tuesday in the writing group, but I'm still trying to digest it. We had a new member who explicitly said a number of times is not a fan of gossip, so I am happy to respect that and not say anything about them, besides a couple of general things. One is, I turned up to the meeting suffering the strangely delayed ill effects of two sleeping pills I'd taken the day before and found it hard to maintain my usual level of alertness. Our new member wanted to talk about a play they've written- something to do with a transsexual, a hot topic amongst young progressives in the UK- and did so for a full hour before I left- the business of writing our group play apparently adjourned. So I sat with chin on hand trying to focus and admittedly analysing our intriguing new playwright more than I was their play. At one point this person turned to me and said, "Are you all right?" but it seemed more out of vexation than concern, judging by the non-response to my sleeping pill explanation. I left shortly after the hour mark and went to get some sleep.
Kerry didn’t show up at Diane’s class on Thursday, so I have no more news about her. The dinner never happened, I don’t know why, but the thought was really nice. Diane gives us a topic we have to write about each week and post on an internal blog. Guess what the buzzword was this (last) week? Strike.
I had a really crappy weekend- it feels like my life is all but on strike- and I finally got out of the funk I was in by going for a late night drive on Sunday. Drove across Menai bridge which is all lit up with red lights at night and was empty and into Anglesey. I drove through Beaumaris (for the first time) where my parents lived 45 years ago, a rather grand little town and completely empty at a little after midnight. Then I drove a bit further on and turned round. I stopped at Shell and put fifteen pounds in the tank. Four pints of milk was £2, so I didn’t bother. I was going to pull into the college road on the way back and give you a tour of the library but there was a Ford Transit blocking the entrance (trying to reverse) so I continued on. When I walked back to my accommodation block some young men were outside doing something to a car. Either they were trying to steal it or they were putting go faster stripes on it. I need some put on me.
That said, I used a freebie word-processor called LibreOffice and when I saved the document the layout of the essay got screwed up slightly when it was saved in Microsoft Word (which it usually doesn’t do) and I didn’t realise this until it was too late. When you submit your essay to TurnitIn it lets you preview it, but guess what, the preview is the size of a matchbox, so all you can really see is that it’s the right or wrong document. Then when it’s submitted you can see it full size. So that means I will needlessly lose marks.
If that seems like the most boring thing you’ve read all week, how about this? Prague has just re-elected Miloš Zeman for another presidential term.
No, you’re right, that is mildly more interesting than my news. I guess something did happen on Tuesday in the writing group, but I'm still trying to digest it. We had a new member who explicitly said a number of times is not a fan of gossip, so I am happy to respect that and not say anything about them, besides a couple of general things. One is, I turned up to the meeting suffering the strangely delayed ill effects of two sleeping pills I'd taken the day before and found it hard to maintain my usual level of alertness. Our new member wanted to talk about a play they've written- something to do with a transsexual, a hot topic amongst young progressives in the UK- and did so for a full hour before I left- the business of writing our group play apparently adjourned. So I sat with chin on hand trying to focus and admittedly analysing our intriguing new playwright more than I was their play. At one point this person turned to me and said, "Are you all right?" but it seemed more out of vexation than concern, judging by the non-response to my sleeping pill explanation. I left shortly after the hour mark and went to get some sleep.
Kerry didn’t show up at Diane’s class on Thursday, so I have no more news about her. The dinner never happened, I don’t know why, but the thought was really nice. Diane gives us a topic we have to write about each week and post on an internal blog. Guess what the buzzword was this (last) week? Strike.
I had a really crappy weekend- it feels like my life is all but on strike- and I finally got out of the funk I was in by going for a late night drive on Sunday. Drove across Menai bridge which is all lit up with red lights at night and was empty and into Anglesey. I drove through Beaumaris (for the first time) where my parents lived 45 years ago, a rather grand little town and completely empty at a little after midnight. Then I drove a bit further on and turned round. I stopped at Shell and put fifteen pounds in the tank. Four pints of milk was £2, so I didn’t bother. I was going to pull into the college road on the way back and give you a tour of the library but there was a Ford Transit blocking the entrance (trying to reverse) so I continued on. When I walked back to my accommodation block some young men were outside doing something to a car. Either they were trying to steal it or they were putting go faster stripes on it. I need some put on me.
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