A very rude post about arts students
This is a somewhat risky title given that my readership is disproportionately skewed towards those with History degrees.
I''m writing from the University library in Hull. My ongoing attachment in Grimbsy has yielded, temporarily, to a two week stint in Goole (see previous years for analysis of Goole). The training ward at Goole hospital is staffed by student nurses, student physios and medical students; all overseen by qualified staff. After yesterday's induction and training in manual handling, today is my day off. So I have settled in the library to complete (for complete, read start) my application form before Friday noon's impending deadline and the inevitable annual crashing of the online submission system. The questions are based around clinical scenarios and are the kind of self reflective questions none of us enjoy. I get a bit selfconscious about my writing style on these kind of things but, hey!, I'm sure you'll be able to look at my answers yourselves in a couple of weeks when the details are accidentally published on a website together with details of my religious beliefs, sexual preference and the number of times I change my socks in a week.
And so, back to the Arts students. Normally we only grace the library with our esteemed presences in the weeks leading up to exams, when the only other students around are postgrads and everyone else is has gone home to get a summer job for 6 months. So it's quite a shock to walk into this Great Northern Temple of Learning and find it seething with people. Very young people. People who, from my vantage point, appear to be principally occupied with changing the settings of Hotmail and Facebook. And so I sit watching them smugly in the knowledge that I am concerned with far higher matters - such as blogging about them.
And that's the problem really. It's that incredibly common condition of finding anything to do rather what you're meant to be doing. And the more important and the more urgent the task at hand, the more appealing minor distractions become. I can only imagine these Art students must have some really crucial deadlines approaching.
I'm off now to ensure all the paperclips on the floor are aligned with magnetic north.
I''m writing from the University library in Hull. My ongoing attachment in Grimbsy has yielded, temporarily, to a two week stint in Goole (see previous years for analysis of Goole). The training ward at Goole hospital is staffed by student nurses, student physios and medical students; all overseen by qualified staff. After yesterday's induction and training in manual handling, today is my day off. So I have settled in the library to complete (for complete, read start) my application form before Friday noon's impending deadline and the inevitable annual crashing of the online submission system. The questions are based around clinical scenarios and are the kind of self reflective questions none of us enjoy. I get a bit selfconscious about my writing style on these kind of things but, hey!, I'm sure you'll be able to look at my answers yourselves in a couple of weeks when the details are accidentally published on a website together with details of my religious beliefs, sexual preference and the number of times I change my socks in a week.
And so, back to the Arts students. Normally we only grace the library with our esteemed presences in the weeks leading up to exams, when the only other students around are postgrads and everyone else is has gone home to get a summer job for 6 months. So it's quite a shock to walk into this Great Northern Temple of Learning and find it seething with people. Very young people. People who, from my vantage point, appear to be principally occupied with changing the settings of Hotmail and Facebook. And so I sit watching them smugly in the knowledge that I am concerned with far higher matters - such as blogging about them.
And that's the problem really. It's that incredibly common condition of finding anything to do rather what you're meant to be doing. And the more important and the more urgent the task at hand, the more appealing minor distractions become. I can only imagine these Art students must have some really crucial deadlines approaching.
I'm off now to ensure all the paperclips on the floor are aligned with magnetic north.
posted by Michael at 9:45 pm
1 Comments:
lol and I shall read and comment on peoples blogs rather than find a passport, sort out a yellow fever jab, start a new blog and get filmed by the home office.
Did you get your application form done and dusted by friday?
am interested in finding out how many times you change your socks.
I reckon 8 times in a week...
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