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Another journalism course last night. The bouffant Minnie woman was late again. This was good as it kept her quiet. However, the teacher made the mistake of telling her she had done something well - at which point we had a takeover bid from Miss Minnie to tell us all how we should be "being journalists". This involved frequent references to her astrology course and faith-healing with animals.
We moved on. Slowly. Simon, the tiny NUS man, had been unusually quiet. I am beginning to feel sorry for him - he really doesn't understand what to do and his English isn't quite good enough to follow. We had a class exercise to do: Write the headline for an article on how to avoid DVT on long-haul flights - the teacher spent about ten mins explaining how this should draw the readers in. We went round the room, as people offered responses varying from bizarre ("Lemons anyone?") to the rather more straightforward ("How to avoid DVT on a long haul flight"). We get to Simon: "Well, I have heard that you must get up and walk around at regular intervals, there are special socks you can buy..." After a bit he looked up, slighty sadly, and said "I don't think I have quite got this right, have I?"
It was a rather sad moment. Until Miss Minnie launched in with the zeal of the A* student to tell him exactly what he should have written.
Eurgh. Not very sharp communication that, eurgh, but it rather somes the evening up. Only 25 sessions left.
We moved on. Slowly. Simon, the tiny NUS man, had been unusually quiet. I am beginning to feel sorry for him - he really doesn't understand what to do and his English isn't quite good enough to follow. We had a class exercise to do: Write the headline for an article on how to avoid DVT on long-haul flights - the teacher spent about ten mins explaining how this should draw the readers in. We went round the room, as people offered responses varying from bizarre ("Lemons anyone?") to the rather more straightforward ("How to avoid DVT on a long haul flight"). We get to Simon: "Well, I have heard that you must get up and walk around at regular intervals, there are special socks you can buy..." After a bit he looked up, slighty sadly, and said "I don't think I have quite got this right, have I?"
It was a rather sad moment. Until Miss Minnie launched in with the zeal of the A* student to tell him exactly what he should have written.
Eurgh. Not very sharp communication that, eurgh, but it rather somes the evening up. Only 25 sessions left.