So as I didn’t write a proper post yesterday, I’m going to try and make up for it with today’s post. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try to make it quite long. This explanation is adding valuable words to the word count, that is good. So yesterday was my first official try at working in the PGR room. It went extremely well. I really like it. It always felt oppressive, dark, smelly, and stuffy, whenever I passed by to ask A if he wanted to have a coffee or to talk to H or something. However, I’ve realised that it’s not the case at all. It’s actually quite a nice space, plus I have the desk that’s next to the window so I’ll be able to gaze out onto the inner court of the Trent building.
So A picked me up to go to uni. We had a coffee in the little cafe and basically worked out what we were going to do and say during our presentation today. As I said, it was very much B’s work that made it easy for us. But it all felt very useful and nice. Also, I got A to read my truncated chapter, or WIP paper as I should call it. He agreed that there was nothing left for me to cut without doing proper damage to the content of the paper. It’s going to be a long paper, but I’m hoping that it’ll be okay. A seemed to really like it, which I’m very happy about. Now all I have left to do for the WIP is to prepare a powerpoint presentation about math and I’m ready. I love that I get to talk about math in my French studies thesis, I am such a geek.
So after that, we did a little bit of work, then went to eat. We had some okay food at the student cafeteria. It was nice to eat out of a plate, rather then out of a cardboard sandwich box. Then got back to the room where I did the final preparations for my classes and got ready to meet my new batch of students. Now, last year’s students on this module were, for the most part, a brilliant bunch. They were smart, engaged with the text and with me, had some nice intelligent and quite interesting things to say about the texts we were studying. Those texts are very hard, especially for people who have encountered very little theory before. So I was braced to be disappointed with the new bunch, because it was impossible to top last year’s.
Well I was wrong, as was clearly implied by my very long and obvious attempt at building up tension and making it seem like it was an impossible occurrence, only to confound you all by saying that the new kids seem to be just as intelligent and engaged if not more. It was such a nice surprise. I was very happy to see them all eager to learn, taking notes, and making very pertinent points. It was a little difficult to get them to talk, as all students are a bit shy at first. However, I think that I have encouraged them enough to get a little more involved next week. With each of the three sections I taught, they were really talkative by the end. So I’m hoping that the feeling of safety will carry on until next week when they’ll talk a bit more.
I had a lot of fun with them. The first text we’re doing is Mythologies by Roland Barthes. I have chosen three Mythologies (which is what you call each of the very short articles that make up the book) which are a little controversial, and more or less link with the other texts we look at. One of them, called ‘Romans et Enfants) is a lot of fun to teach. One of the main reasons, is that I get to do a little feminist speech about how women, while being better off then in 1950s France are still a long way from getting equal rights. I talk about women being paid less then men for the same jobs, the fact that motherhood is presented as the natural and only role of women (which is the point of this particular mythology), and (my favourite bit) about how Hysteria is derived from Uterus. I love how this always gets the same reactions, people laugh out of shock when I tell them that in many ways to be hysteric, means to have a uterus. I hope that this gets them, at least in a small way, to become a little politicised.
After my classes I was exhausted. I had talked a lot after all. But there’s no rest for the wicked and we went to the Goose Fair. I really like the Goose fair, not for the crazy stupid scary rides, I don’t do those. I like it because of the stupid, rigged up, overpriced games. I love all the ball throwing, bottle straightening, duck fishing silliness. I spent a lot of Z’s money, because I didn’t have any on me and she is very generous, on those games and won her a stuffed toy of puss-in-boots from shrek. So I believe we are square now, a shitty toy should make up for the money I ‘borrowed’. After the Goose fair we went to a pub called Spanky Van Dykes, which was alright but incredibly weird. Also, I had a very traumatising experience in their bathroom, well A had it first then me, and remember I lived through arial bombardment by Israel, crazy islamists who think putting babies in ovens is prescribed by god, and a few years of random car bombs in Lebanon amongst other things. Well, come to think about it, this was really a very minor thing. But at the time really felt weird and dirty. Their bathrooms had a recording of some children playing. It was like there was a microphone in a playground and it was being played in the bathroom as we were weeing. That is wrong, wrong, wrong.
Well after that very enjoyable and full day, I went to sleep quite early, as my short post predicted. I woke up early today and did a few chores this morning, including going to the bank, which took a very long time. I then went to uni, much later then I hoped, to get ready for the workshop. I had an absolute blast doing it, and I think A enjoyed it as well. The new postgrads were very cool and engaged. We had a nice chat with them. We tried to warn them as much as we could as well about mental health issues dealing with a PhD or an MA. Afterwards we went for a coffee with some of them, which was very nice. I don’t know if I’m being premature here, but I thought they were all very very nice. Me and A commented on how cool they seemed to be, on a human level. They felt like people you could really hang out with and have a nice time. They weren’t full of themselves or overconfident, and most importantly, they didn’t seem to suffer from centre of the universe complex (says the man who publishes all of his actions and thoughts, well a lot of them, on the internet because he thinks they are so interesting that people would like to read them on a daily basis).
After that A and I went to his house and played some playstation. I then went home, via the supermarket, had some food and sat to catch up on all the tv and radio I’ve missed while I was in Algeria. I’ve had to stop though in order to type this drivel, because I honestly believe that you the reader would be disappointed if I don’t produce something of substance on here. I really am mentally ill, I say I’m not but I clearly am. I think the voices in my head are another clue. So yeah, that’s basically it. I’m going to go back to my massive entertainment catch up, before going to sleep at some point before 3 hopefully.