Autobiographical

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Tucked away at the bottom of his supervisor’s Hillary term review was a short description of his teaching that term. His supervisor had described him as ‘relaxed.’ Considering the sort of tension he experienced when teaching was so intense that only metaphors involving foot-pounds of torque would capture the sense of it, reading that someone saw that performance as ‘relaxed’ was a genuine shock.

Teaching was always a performance, exhausting and painful, but necessary. He did not think that he was that good an actor. Or maybe he was just that good a lair.

[Probably from Oxford Nior, but maybe from something else I read recently. Not sure, my memory isn’t what it once was.}

 

Summer Summary

Now is the stage in the student’s progress where he or she records all that one hoped to do over a break, and in doing, reflect with growing bitterness, on failures that outnumber successes. That’s melodramatic by design because I have set myself up for this sort of disappointment from the start, and I suspect most students in my place do the same.

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All work and no play makes Midgardarts a DPhil… eventually

Rather than write the usual summary of my work over the last few months, which is rather tedious and unhelpful, I thought it would be better to remind myself what I am currently working on or what I should be working on, when I am not writing little entries for this deliberately obscure blog. Continue reading

2/9

I am the ghost of exams future!

“Rather than carve irreverent caricatures of Oxford dons, the ancient masons of St Albans chose instead to faithfully depict the typical expressions of their students, post tutorial.”

(An excerpt from the lost, and unlamented Oxford Noir, which was doomed from the start as a pale imitator of Cambridge Noir.)

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