by Lex » Sun Sep 07, 2003 6:58 pm
So today was my first day of college. I'm doing some highers; it's kinda like doing a high-school degree again, I guess. But I never finished my English higher & I'm looking to get Business Management & Maths. I wanted to do Drama, etc., but all the interesting classes were closed at the last moment. It's actually possible that maths won't be running at all, and that's the reason I'm going there. They're not so good at telling people what's happening.
So, anyway, today I had my Business Management class. I, and the 6 other people who make up my class, are waiting patiently outside our appointed classroom. Our lecturer doesn't turn up.
And doesn't turn up.
And doesn't turn up.
During this time, an interesting assortment of various "special" people are entering the room -- the room reserved, if you recall correctly, for our Business class. We give each other anxious glances.
After a while, I head down to the Information Desk to try & get someone up. Eventually, he does turn up, and due to what we hear with relief is a double-booking, we go into the next-door room, 14-a.
The gentleman is also double-booked. After we all sit down, he tells us to come back in an hour, because he's teaching another class. We get up.
Okay, fair enough, I mean, it's only an education establishment, right?
Xiou Li, a small-amount-of-English Chinese girl I met on the day & will be helping along makes a surprising lucid comment on the "stupid lecturer's inability to keep one goddam class straight". I chuckle, ask her if she's sure she'll be able to understand the classes, and she says "Aye." She's been living in Scotland four years, and the mixture of broken English & chinese-pronounced Scots is disconcerting.
As we leave, we hear some screaming. Someone's wheelchair has collapsed. We all hasten to the canteen.
One hour later, as we're all settling, the lecturer walks in, looking rather flustered. He won't acknowledge or tell us why. That's fair enough; we've known him less than three-minutes, consecutive time. So, we get down to it -- he starts to explain the basis of Business Management, and we begin to take notes on what he is saying. A few minutes later, he gives us a written-task to do.
As pen touches paper, it happens.
A strong, clear chord rings out through the classroom. A guitar strumming something warm, something friendly. Something vaguely... familiar. A women's beautiful, piercing voice melodically begins the ancient verse:
"My Bodies Nobody's Body But Mine!"
"You've got your Own Body, Let Me have Mine!"
This isn't so bad, but as it's a song we all have to endure through grade-school we all give eachother uncomfortable looks, and then pen goes to paper again.
But that, my friend, was just the gathering storm. Then the howling gale begins to pick up.
The same verse again, only this time, underneath it, all frighteningly out of tune like those whispers in the videogame "Blood", which I am now going to creep myself out with by remembering;
It wouldn't be so bad if it was screaming. You know where you stand with screaming, but what came next was an unholy moaning, which would not stop. Vaguely in-time, vaguely in-tune, partially lucid like some frighteningly intelligent Uran-otan, they groan. But loudly, really loudly.
We shiver, but try to get along with it.
Then the banging starts.
By the end of the class the lecturer is a nervous wreck; he was either holding in giggles all the time and about to explode, or has a genuine fear of the 'tarded. I do not know. But; I do not think I am going to enjoy my Business Management class.
Still, I did get to play Virtua Cop 3 afterwards, so I'm not fussy.
So today was my first day of college. I'm doing some highers; it's kinda like doing a high-school degree again, I guess. But I never finished my English higher & I'm looking to get Business Management & Maths. I wanted to do Drama, etc., but all the interesting classes were closed at the last moment. It's actually possible that maths won't be running at all, and that's the reason I'm going there. They're not so good at telling people what's happening.
So, anyway, today I had my Business Management class. I, and the 6 other people who make up my class, are waiting patiently outside our appointed classroom. Our lecturer doesn't turn up.
And doesn't turn up.
And doesn't turn up.
During this time, an interesting assortment of various "special" people are entering the room -- the room reserved, if you recall correctly, for our Business class. We give each other anxious glances.
After a while, I head down to the Information Desk to try & get someone up. Eventually, he does turn up, and due to what we hear with relief is a double-booking, we go into the next-door room, 14-a.
The gentleman is also double-booked. After we all sit down, he tells us to come back in an hour, because he's teaching another class. We get up.
Okay, fair enough, I mean, it's only an education establishment, right?
Xiou Li, a small-amount-of-English Chinese girl I met on the day & will be helping along makes a surprising lucid comment on the "stupid lecturer's inability to keep one goddam class straight". I chuckle, ask her if she's sure she'll be able to understand the classes, and she says "Aye." She's been living in Scotland four years, and the mixture of broken English & chinese-pronounced Scots is disconcerting.
As we leave, we hear some screaming. Someone's wheelchair has collapsed. We all hasten to the canteen.
One hour later, as we're all settling, the lecturer walks in, looking rather flustered. He won't acknowledge or tell us why. That's fair enough; we've known him less than three-minutes, consecutive time. So, we get down to it -- he starts to explain the basis of Business Management, and we begin to take notes on what he is saying. A few minutes later, he gives us a written-task to do.
As pen touches paper, it happens.
A strong, clear chord rings out through the classroom. A guitar strumming something warm, something friendly. Something vaguely... familiar. A women's beautiful, piercing voice melodically begins the ancient verse:
"My Bodies Nobody's Body But Mine!"
"You've got your Own Body, Let Me have Mine!"
This isn't so bad, but as it's a song we all have to endure through grade-school we all give eachother uncomfortable looks, and then pen goes to paper again.
But that, my friend, was just the gathering storm. Then the howling gale begins to pick up.
The same verse again, only this time, underneath it, all frighteningly out of tune like those whispers in the videogame "Blood", which I am now going to creep myself out with by remembering;
It wouldn't be so bad if it was screaming. You know where you stand with [i]screaming[/i], but what came next was an unholy [i]moaning[/i], which would not stop. Vaguely in-time, vaguely in-tune, partially lucid like some frighteningly intelligent Uran-otan, they groan. But loudly, really loudly.
We shiver, but try to get along with it.
Then the banging starts.
By the end of the class the lecturer is a nervous wreck; he was either holding in giggles all the time and about to explode, or has a genuine fear of the 'tarded. I do not know. But; I do not think I am going to enjoy my Business Management class.
Still, I did get to play Virtua Cop 3 afterwards, so I'm not fussy.