It's late for humans, but I just got off the phone with Julian from the university. (Professors apparently keep similar hours to half-Time-Lord-half-humans
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I've got a bit of advice, if you don't mind listening, and it's not what you think I'm going to say.
Don't do it.
I can't ever see you being tied to a desk, having to keep office hours and deal with students who are trying to do as little as possible in order to get through a course. You'd go mad. Yes, you have a mortgage, and being a responsible adult is a good thing. But this is not for you.
Be a guest lecturer, write a book, something--but don't do something you'd hate just because you think you should.
Seriously, though, have you ever thought about writing a book? There's a market for that sort of thing, you know. 'Course, we'd have to call it fiction...
*Blinks* I hadn't really thought about it. It's... an idea. Although I'm not sure half the stuff that's happened to me is at all believable. I'd have to tone it down a lot...
Thinking about your detective business (and sad that you may not be able to do it any longer if you teach full-time -- but good on that job offer, you! I think you might really enjoy it -- just don't think of it using the word "job" and you'll do fine) ...
I have a conundrum.
Back about twenty years ago, when I bought this old farmhouse & barn, where I live in New England, I had some very odd occurrences happen. A washing machine that literally turned itself off (no, the wires weren't faulty & it wasn't off balance). A hanging light that could be turned off/on by a key on the side of the lamp (ugly, but it was part of the house when we moved in) but could also be turned off at the wall with a switch; almost every morning we found it had been turned off by the "key" even though both my husband and I know we turned it off by the wall switch (we not only compared notes, but wrote down a record of it after a while, it was so strange, to make sure we weren't both turning it off). Then there was the toilet we had installed upstairs that
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Ooh, that does sound interesting. We love a good ghost story, Rose and me. What town/city are we aiming for? And will you be living there while we do our thing?
You know the weird thing about all this - I always turn on comment tracking in the Doctor's posts. (You never know when he and Mum will get into it for whatever reason.) And while I got other people's comments here, I didn't get yours. You'd think that it'd just be lost emails, yeah? Well, my tracking had actually been switched off!
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WOW.
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I can't have a job!
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You worry about paying it off! And so does your mum! I should worry. Maybe I should get a book about mortgages from the university library.
Can we go and break curfew for a bit? Or were you wanting to sleep? I feel like I could use a bit of a walk.
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Don't do it.
I can't ever see you being tied to a desk, having to keep office hours and deal with students who are trying to do as little as possible in order to get through a course. You'd go mad. Yes, you have a mortgage, and being a responsible adult is a good thing. But this is not for you.
Be a guest lecturer, write a book, something--but don't do something you'd hate just because you think you should.
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Human families are a lot more... selfless than Time Lord ones always were.
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Seriously, though, have you ever thought about writing a book? There's a market for that sort of thing, you know. 'Course, we'd have to call it fiction...
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I have a conundrum.
Back about twenty years ago, when I bought this old farmhouse & barn, where I live in New England, I had some very odd occurrences happen. A washing machine that literally turned itself off (no, the wires weren't faulty & it wasn't off balance). A hanging light that could be turned off/on by a key on the side of the lamp (ugly, but it was part of the house when we moved in) but could also be turned off at the wall with a switch; almost every morning we found it had been turned off by the "key" even though both my husband and I know we turned it off by the wall switch (we not only compared notes, but wrote down a record of it after a while, it was so strange, to make sure we weren't both turning it off). Then there was the toilet we had installed upstairs that ( ... )
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You know the weird thing about all this - I always turn on comment tracking in the Doctor's posts. (You never know when he and Mum will get into it for whatever reason.) And while I got other people's comments here, I didn't get yours. You'd think that it'd just be lost emails, yeah? Well, my tracking had actually been switched off!
Talk about wanting to stay hidden!
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