Tuesday, May 17, 2016

compromising helps



A student pays about 7000AFS to take a 36 hour class which comes out to 24 ninety minute classes three times a week. Question:  How much is each class worth?  So, the answer to that is based on a number of ways this messy ending could play out:

leave on the 25th, lose how many classes, rebate, discount for unused classes if they cannot find a substitute, which I think they could, if they tried, but who is going to be around here for the last week of Ramadan and the beginning of Eid?  Something far less exacting in science is planning that is subject to whims,  random and nefarious scheduling. 

I’d like to leave early now.  Ali in HR said I had a lot of holidays to use and will lose if I don’t use them.  Sigh, I feel bad for ya boss, but something has to happen considering four days of insomnia to book,  he has to ok it, he has to say go on we’ll survive without you.  Enjoy Galway for crying out loud. 

Or it could be something I feel obligated to do for no reason at all, to compromise.  June 25th is a good compromise because I could be out of here in less of a month from now if I had somewhere to go which I don’t which is another reason I’d like to leave just a little earlier than what was orally agreed because yesterday’s cancellation of classes pushes me into the first week of July which may be one of the worst times to fly in the history of history.   

Hungry people everywhere fighting for tickets to get out. 

I need to go.

I had distributed the classes test two results when the power went out and it stayed out and students wanted me to answer their questions in light only bats can see with, windows open from one light on a lightpole, and everyone’s mobile lights and in the end when the power was restored a rather abusive student said I marked wrong because he had checked answers to questions I circled in red because he didn’t answer them during the test.  In the chaos he checked them and says I owe him two points. 

Ha ha.  I will not.  He cheated for two points.  I don’t give to cheaters who only want two points.  You saw circled answers, red circled answers, my mistake for not putting another mark or writing DID NOT ANSWER, DNA.  Dna, you dna, dude. 

This little incident was annoying and it appears it’s still bugging me for over two hours.  Little conflicts for little points.  Questions of my ability, I know how I answered his test.  Cheating like that in the dark in the chaos he saw he hadn’t marked it the first time, it was too obvious, check it now because we’re all trying to gain an edge.

He’s a nice kid but he's one of these who’s got it a little easier than most and he doesn’t care unless he gets something he doesn’t deserve.  That kind of behavior ya wanna smack around ya know, and if it has to get ugly it will get ugly with the capital T and C. 

Tomorrow is only Wednesday.  I wish it were Thursday so it could be Friday and an almost Saturday free.  And what I gotta do in the next few days is prepare for a final exam and review.  Lord have mercy, my fingers ain’t getting better.

In the dark classroom with all the chaos the oldest student finally arrives, ninety minutes late.  the traffic was too bad.  Too bad indeed, please sit down for a second, here’s your test and written homework. 

For crying out loud, power outtages, ya, not good things unless you’re a thief and a hoodlum.

It’s almost ten, should I have another tea with cheese and biscuits this time?  I think so, I am time changing.

I have Mott the Hoople and Jeff Buckley and J. Geils or is it Jay Giles I don’t remember right now.  I wanna see you I wanna relate to you…I wanna kick you….carry the news U2 and the Boss, I have him here too. 

Ok, Sarah, let it go, Adia is a better song for the brief moment we are all innocent.  for such a brief time, isn’t that the sadness this song is really singing. 

We are walter, it doesn’t matter or does it matter, the only part of the song I don’t get.  I don’t know, it doesn’t matter Bob Segar is never too far away for that moment after hearing out Adia especially. 

I am out of tea again and crackers and cheese wasn’t enough.  I do have a bag of chips and a diet coke, oh man are we getting up tomorrow or not?

I think Xanax is kind of overrated.  How is it supposed to work again?  How should I be feeling differently about living in a war zone where the people are good but anarchy and the absence of a one united voice that can make corrupt people become uncorrupt. 

How in God’s name do you uncorrupt the corrupt?  By not becoming corrupt when corruption is on your doorstep.  Sigh.  Such is the fight, is it worth it, I could eat something else and I got nothing but that bag of chips and diet coke.

It’s almost eleven, dude.   The chips are chilli hot.  It's working. 




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