I know I haven't written in ages, but I'm on half-term break from the brats and actually quite bored at this moment, but a summary of the last three months would only consist of a great deal of whinging about grotesque computer failures daunting me at every stage of my PhD application, which still managed to get to Western in plenty of time - as in ( Read more... )

The last four days have been a sorta unspoken battle between panic and uneasy distraction - in the sense that stress is high, worry is mounting over countless matters over which I have relatively little control, but I reckon if I just sorta keep moving I'll manage to forget that I'm panicking. Or something like that ( Read more... )

I've probably proofread more personal statements and supporting essays for my kids' university applications in the last two days than I have since starting this job - wish I knew who started the rumour that I'm apparently the new go-to teacher for this sorta shit, but I do feel strangely serene about my own application for the PhD next year, cuz my ( Read more... )

I had rather thought my last day of vacation before returning to class tomorrow was going well. Did some lightweight library work with my super-fun colleague before we spent the afternoon on a gorgeous walk through the Derbyshire countryside - saw some deer, ate some salad, and was home in plenty of time to mark my last batch of essays before ( Read more... )

I'm now most of the way through my half-term break, and the idea of having to go back to teaching brats on Monday is making me overanxious to exploit the time left for studio work and catching up on writing. Which makes sense I suppose, seeing as the plan for endless productivity for this two-week break turned into five days in London for Frieze ( Read more... )

Today my job yielded about the awesomest thing ever. I came back to the art school after walking the boss' dog while he was away for the afternoon, only to find a student working in the side garden area, hunched over something with the odd feather flying about. Thankfully, it turns out it wasn't the whole bird being massacred, just one of the two ( Read more... )

Yay open studio/tutor group Tuesdays ( Read more... )

Time elapsed between leaving the art school and the preparation of the large gin and tonic sitting firmly in hand? Three minutes.

And let's bear in mind, it takes me about a full minute just to hand-squeeze the lime-y goodness out of a whole lime.

Wow, what a great day at school, despite the formal assertion that this is, indeed, my day off. Yeah fucking right, I say ( Read more... )

I'm constantly bemused by the strange moments when my job intersects with moments of Potter fandom, even if the blurring of boundaries usually leaves me a bit creeped out ( Read more... )