The days starts, as it often does, with an
extended moan about the educational system in which we find ourselves trapped –
more particularly the examinations which we impose on our kids.
We find it increasingly difficult to
understand why we are forcing the kids to sit pointless exercises in short term
memory gain when we are not teaching them the skills that make the individual
facts that they are learning meaningful.
This is the sort of grizzling that goes on
and on and, as we lack the political clout to do anything about the system,
there is no satisfactory end in sight – except of course for the exhaustion of
red pen after red pen!
The weather is a little more sombre today
after the unexpected gift of a sunny Sunday yesterday. At our lofty elevation we are in the clouds
and Barcelona is lost in the off-white blanket of pollution rolling down the
mountains.
As the examination season has come to a
climax there will be spasm after spasm of pen pushing during the day which will
unsettle our teaching and turn us into disgruntled invigilators and make the
day so much longer. For me this is a
“long” day anyway so I will be whimpering with frustration by the end of the
day – and god help any of the selfish parents who have triple parked blocking
my car today!
The one positive point is that Amazon
should call today with yet more discs and, more importantly, my real version of
Hard Times. I have tried to use the
electronic version and it simply does not work when you are using it for
academic purposes and are trying to find the right section of the book. In some way the electronic version is idea
when you have half remembered a quotation you can type in the words and hey
presto! there it is! But for quoting
when writing an essay on the computer it is a disaster – or perhaps I am merely
saying that I am more comfortable with a book!
I have just gone up to the two sixth form
classes that are about to have a Spanish exam and, much like the creatures in
Monsters Inc., I fed on their fear and feel much refreshed! I am going to take over from colleagues who
are at present starting the exam so I will have the opportunity to see how they
have fared during the hour of examination delight before I continue their
watching. And watch them you have to do
because they take every opportunity to cheat.
Examinations are not a time for relaxed working on your own affairs, you
have to maintain a vigilance which would do the SAS proud if you want anything
like a realistic result from the pen pushing!
I am now stuck in front of a class “doing”
their exam and, I simply cannot face staring at them without doing something,
so I can at least touch type so I can watch them and let me fingers pretend
that they are doing something useful as well.
Their paper is a mixture of multiple choice and discursive questions but
it does look as though the general level of work is only for memory yet again. The kids are thoroughly bored and have does
as much as they can, they are now in that dangerous time when they have to make
up what they don’t know and hope for the best.
The ideal time to start cheating.
They are fascinated by the fact that I am typing without looking at the
keyboard and I suppose, if nothing else, it gives them something to think about
or watch rather than cheat!
I am conscious that there is a limit to the
amount of vacuous typing that I can do, and there is another piece of written
work that should be occupying my time – but I have given up writing the essay
until I can hold the text in my hands.
The Text (the capital letters are well
deserved) has arrived and it is the wrong one!
Although the description states that it is Dickens’ novel with the
introduction by Kate Flint this is not the case and I have been sent a cheap
version of the Penguin Classic. Ah well,
at least it is the text in book form and I can work with that.
My notes continue to expand and my
inclination to put coherent sentences on paper continues to shrink. I still haven’t found a significantly
original slant on what I have to do to prompt me to put my thoughts forward for
critique. I think I am trying too much
and I should settle down and do as I am told in the Assignment Booklet notes
and not strive for more – but we shall see after I have completed my umpteenth
reading of the novel, but now with added sensual addition of feeling fingers on
actual pages. It makes all the
difference.
To sweeten the blow of the wrong text being
sent, I had another package from Amazon with my next slew of discs. Toni is now frankly worried at my escalating
rate of purchase, but I can’t stop myself because if the bargains are there,
who am I to resist them.
The most interesting of my purchases in a
five disc set of “Music from the Middle Ages” with disc five being entitled
“L’agonie du Languedoc” and who can resist such an offering! Well, realistically I suppose that the answer
to that would be “most people” but as I already have music about the
disgraceful slaughter of the Cathars (including a wonderful extract from an
episcopal letter urging right thinking Christians to slaughter the heretical
inhabitants of the Languedoc in the name of the God of Love!) I am one of the
other group who looks forward to listening to such music with absolute relish!
The only oddity among the other box sets
which include The Hilliard Ensemble with music by Ockenghem, Desprez, De la Rue
and Lassus and another Baroque Collection with music by Albinoni, Bach, Handel,
Palestrina, Monteverdi, Purcell, Telemann and Vivaldi is a box set of the
ballets, orchestral works and film music of Prokofiev.
I think that “Lieutenant Kije” is a
wonderful work and the “Troika” is one of my favourite pieces of music which,
under the right circumstances, can reduce me to tears – once embarrassingly
during a long drive on English motorways with me yelling the tune lustily and
beating the steering wheel in time to the music. God alone knows what startled drivers must
have thought of me!
I am finding my present set of “car” discs
irritatingly tame and some of the tracks quaintly antique in their recording
quality, so I think I may substitute the newest arrivals – though it does mean
that some time in the future I will be driving along a dismal motorway with
suicidal motorists while listening to two discs of Orlando de Lassus’
Penitential Psalms. Well, if nothing
else I suspect that I will be having a unique listening experience on the
orbital hell with encircles the city of Barcelona!
After a day of glorious sunshine yesterday,
I suppose there had to be a reaction today and it has been dull, cold and this
evening, wet. This is the sort of uneven
weather experience that I was used to in Britain but I have become less
tolerant of it when it occurs in Catalonia.
Even though today was miserable, it was 14C, so one shouldn’t complain!
Now back to Dickens and trying to find that
slant which has so far eluded me!
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