And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free
Favourite instance of student narcissism this week: it's 6.30am today, I have come up to campus early (for the sixth day in a row) to catch up with emails. There's one in my box, sent just after midnight, in which the student asks for late registration information, stating, with some indignation, that she emailed the relevant administrator last night but has not received a response, and please sort this out for her, time is running out. She genuinely seemed to expect an instant answer last night, and is annoyed and frustrated that it has not materialised.
I realise that this is the response of someone very young who has grown up with cellphones and instant connectivity to her social circle, but it baffles me a little that she's so sheltered she has not worked out the difference between social and institutional contact. Are working hours not a thing any more? Apparently not, given that I'm here at 6.30, after all. Notwithstanding which, she's going to have to make some painful adjustments to the working world, is all I can say. Hopefully my slightly snippy response will help with that.
Orientation programme 2 starts today, so hooray for four hours of giving presentations, followed by an afternoon of registration advice, rinse and repeat tomorrow and Friday. I am rapidly approaching the "chewed string" level of exhaustion. But Friday is the peak, it gets easier thereafter, once orientation is over. I will survive. *channels Gloria Gaynor*. Bugger, now I've earwormed myself. Probably you too, she says, fiendishly changing her subject line. Heh.
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I realise that this is the response of someone very young who has grown up with cellphones and instant connectivity to her social circle, but it baffles me a little that she's so sheltered she has not worked out the difference between social and institutional contact. Are working hours not a thing any more? Apparently not, given that I'm here at 6.30, after all. Notwithstanding which, she's going to have to make some painful adjustments to the working world, is all I can say. Hopefully my slightly snippy response will help with that.
Orientation programme 2 starts today, so hooray for four hours of giving presentations, followed by an afternoon of registration advice, rinse and repeat tomorrow and Friday. I am rapidly approaching the "chewed string" level of exhaustion. But Friday is the peak, it gets easier thereafter, once orientation is over. I will survive. *channels Gloria Gaynor*. Bugger, now I've earwormed myself. Probably you too, she says, fiendishly changing her subject line. Heh.
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