I imagine the man sitting next to me on the aeroplane wasn’t actually
William Shatner, but his eerie resemblance to him put me in mind of
that episode of the Twilight Zone where he sees gremlins on the wing of
his aeroplane and ends up being carted away in a straitjacket – you
know the one. I had a quick look out of the window just to check for
gremlins but only noticed that the tips of the wings were curiously
pointing up. I’ve never seen this before; is it aerodynamic or were
they just pleased to see me?
I’ve been taking advantage of some
odd days when work doesn’t need me and I’ve been on a flying visit to
see my dad in France and on Saturday D and I are off to Venice. I took
history books with me to France but I don’t think I’ll bother taking
them to Venice. I just got back to about the worst mark I’ve ever got
for anything, ever. And I worked hard on that. Plus, I’ve got no idea
from my tutor’s comments exactly what it is I did wrong, I think he’s
been on a feedback course because his comments are vaguely encouraging
to the point of meaninglessness, which is no help when they’re sitting
next to a big fat 60%.
Maybe…and this is a radical idea but
stick with me…maybe, if I didn’t have a job and two holidays and a blog
and a cocktail of mood altering prescription drugs and a boyfriend
who’s leaving the country and a very demanding cat…then I might be able
to edge my score up to the giddy heights of, say 62%?
Oh for fuck’s sake, I’ve never scored lower than 83%, and I was furious about that; 60% is virtually retarded.
D’s
hiding downstairs watching football, which he hates, so I must be
crosser even than I realise. I think I’m going to feign sleep to
persuade him it’s safe to come to bed.

What was the work on?
Posted by: Loki | 29 October 2009 at 04:55 AM
I hate that feeling, you work so goddamn hard on something then your tutor tears it to shreds, scribbles all over it in red pen and writes things like PUNCTUATION!! The exclamation marks make it so rude.
Yeah what was it on? Are you in your final year now, coz final year is just plain mean
Posted by: hmmmm | 31 October 2009 at 01:35 AM