Dizzying Heights Of Accomplishment
Yes, that mood indicator symbol does speak truth: I am feeling giddy. Yet this is not purely because of the new contact lenses. Well, it could be. After all, it only took me fifteen minutes to put them in this morning, dropping one of them a mere twice in the process! Go me! So, this sensation of slight imbalance is partly due to the feeling of competence, and also due to the being able to see no matter which way my eyes go.
This moderate self-confidence is also based in a few events from last night (the gravitas of which I have only just acknowledged, mainly through talking to Doris on MSN): new-recruit-to-UKOnline-who-was-previously-on-MBNA Georgia mentioned that she was teaching herself Latin, with the blessings of her uncle (who is a classically-trained monk, no pun intended). She also wanted to learn Ancient Greek as well. Yet, unsurprisingly, there are few locales in the Portsmouth environs that allow a prospective student to learn the Arts Classical. I let slip that this academic frivolity was what I had spent three years of my life studying at degree-level. Never before have I seen someone go from self-pleasedly happy to incandescent with potential joy like that. Suffice it to say, she wants to bring in her books and get me to give her some pointers on her studying.
It looks like this could be my first semi-professional tutoring job. Certainly will be outside of school and university, where the people I'd tutored had studied as much as me. Good training for my PGCE? I reckon it will be. Doris did mention he could make me a website to publish and advertise my talents and tutory-ness: he needs a bulging portfolio of websites for his course, and I'd like a bit more widespread knowledge of my skills. Could be a match made in Devon (pun intended).
As a corollary, Dan L and Neil A were playing their version of Go last night ("It's based on the rules we read, and then when we feel we can't go any further, we give up and draw the game; it's like superpower politics"), Jayne mentioned she wanted to learn Chess - or rather, have some teach her to remember the moves. Cue me, sitting opposite, frantically writing up a moves guide with pictures and diagrams. I'm such a sap; I'll do anything to make me feel useful and loved. :-D
Heh, got ice skating with the guys from work tonight, out on the Island (read: Isle of Wight); likely to be drinking, carousing and cavorting all the way back to Pompey for the evening. I sure feel I need to get out some more. Stay tuned for some kind of write-up, invariably with how much of a pratt I'll have made of myself.
This moderate self-confidence is also based in a few events from last night (the gravitas of which I have only just acknowledged, mainly through talking to Doris on MSN): new-recruit-to-UKOnline-who-was-previously-on-MBNA Georgia mentioned that she was teaching herself Latin, with the blessings of her uncle (who is a classically-trained monk, no pun intended). She also wanted to learn Ancient Greek as well. Yet, unsurprisingly, there are few locales in the Portsmouth environs that allow a prospective student to learn the Arts Classical. I let slip that this academic frivolity was what I had spent three years of my life studying at degree-level. Never before have I seen someone go from self-pleasedly happy to incandescent with potential joy like that. Suffice it to say, she wants to bring in her books and get me to give her some pointers on her studying.
It looks like this could be my first semi-professional tutoring job. Certainly will be outside of school and university, where the people I'd tutored had studied as much as me. Good training for my PGCE? I reckon it will be. Doris did mention he could make me a website to publish and advertise my talents and tutory-ness: he needs a bulging portfolio of websites for his course, and I'd like a bit more widespread knowledge of my skills. Could be a match made in Devon (pun intended).
As a corollary, Dan L and Neil A were playing their version of Go last night ("It's based on the rules we read, and then when we feel we can't go any further, we give up and draw the game; it's like superpower politics"), Jayne mentioned she wanted to learn Chess - or rather, have some teach her to remember the moves. Cue me, sitting opposite, frantically writing up a moves guide with pictures and diagrams. I'm such a sap; I'll do anything to make me feel useful and loved. :-D
Heh, got ice skating with the guys from work tonight, out on the Island (read: Isle of Wight); likely to be drinking, carousing and cavorting all the way back to Pompey for the evening. I sure feel I need to get out some more. Stay tuned for some kind of write-up, invariably with how much of a pratt I'll have made of myself.