At some point, I made a calendar of the last three weeks of term. I had planned for a couple people to come visit, as well as the Pride-y, debate-y things I'd hoped to do. Attend all the socials, read and gym in the gaps between.
What actually happened is some Tristan time, and lots of other random things creeping in. LGBT Midlands Coalition meetings, WSAF gigs, meetings with David Preiss (DAVID PREISS!), and so on.
In particular, the last five days have been particularly challenging. I suppose I didn't realise quite how challenging until last night, when, in a delirious haze of exhaustion and headpain, I made a cake and then fell asleep almost instantly.
So. This is what I have done recently.
Thursday: Meeting with David Preiss about 4th year project. To get ready for this, I'd had to read a 12-page document, and then read as much as I could about integration in general. On top of this, my brother had given me a piece of work to do too (writing some text for a website), due for Friday. So, already, the week had been quite full of writing and reading. The meeting went really well, then as soon as it was over, Tristan and I drove madly down the motorway to get to my brother's prize giving. After mingling and wine and dinner and "look this is the family house", we drove all the way back.
Friday: At some point in the early morning, say 3:30, we fell asleep. (I don't have a great deal to say about that bit apart from that it was both fun and amazing.) Woke up, eventually, got my brother's work done and emailed to him by the deadline, then rushed into the shower to see my housemate's band play their final ever gig, at WSAF. Came home, made food, went back out, Crash time. Oh, Crash. Drunken, dance-fuelled madness. Nick, Richard, Zal, Mash, Buzz, Engineering Matt, faces and crowds and wonderful things.
Saturday: Entirely unwonderful things, to start. Including lots of chundering. (I did party extremely hard). Hangover started to subside at about 4 or 5, just in time to rush into the shower AGAIN and get to campus in time for dinner in the Duck and watching more bands play at WSAF including the very fun Lilac Joke, and the ever-awesome Hot Magenta. Then, onto Last Exit. More bands, more dancing, and GUITAR HERO which was really good. I chose to play King Crimson. Seven minutes of guitar noodling at an almost impossible pace. Then, Matt and Buzz played Rush, "The Spirit Of Radio". LOL. That was hilariously awful. But, impossible to play. In the end, it turned out that Matt and Buzz had been looking at each other's corners, so they were playing the wrong stuff :P (Matt still won though). After a while, Tash and I crashed out, so Mash and I went home.
Sunday: A relatively relaxing day. Bus trips around the Canley area to pick up icing pens, since my local supermarket doesn't sell them big enough, and it was too hot to walk around, hence the bus. Finally got home, made some chocolate cake, watched England get thrashed. Iced the cake, decorated the cake, went to campus and back to give Katie a disc for the last acronym film social. Early bed time in time for the day ahead.
Monday: 6:45am start, for a 7:45am taxi onto campus, arriving minutes to 8, to await my lift. Why this horrifically real-person start? To teach debating at a school in the Banbury area! A full day with a group of Year 12s. I had a crib sheet, and it worked pretty well. I was nervous at first, but I grew to feed off their enthusiasm and really enjoyed watching the quieter girls grow in confidence over the course of the day. Lunch was 25 minutes, break was 10, the whole day finished at about 5 or so. Got to campus again at about 6 ish. Went to see Tristan. Began to feel kinda tired. Realised I had a cake to make for him. Took a taxi home, collapsed a bit. After resting for a while, I dragged myself outside to get Chinese takeout and then came home and ate it. I felt a bit better, so made the cake bases. By now, it was approaching 10. I realised I didn't have enough icing sugar. Left the house again to get it. Called home; a family member had died. I'm borrowing some of Mom's black clothes to wear for the funeral. (My first ever funeral, occurring the day before we go on holiday.) Mom'd also been to A&E, for some really bad allergic reaction she had. Got home eventually, icing sugar in tow, fell asleep for about 30 minutes. I couldn't help it, I was just so tired and hurty. All the lights and sounds of the house were just throbbing in my head and my eyes. However, I got myself up, took some Norah Jones downstairs on Audrey and dimmed the lights in the kitchen and iced the cake. After this epic set of manly endeavours, I went to bed and passed out.
I'm not sure exactly what possessed me to ignore everything my body was telling me, so I could finish that cake. It's like I found a strength somewhere. I'm glad I did it though. Not sure I'd have forgiven myself if I hadn't. Cake is SRS BSNS.
I guess people do crazy things when they're in... summertime. Yes, when they are in summertime. (That is clearly the word I want to use.)
Showing posts with label education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label education. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Student debt.
Students starting university courses this autumn can expect to graduate owing £23,000, a survey suggests.So, everyone's saying, "Poor students! So much debt to start their working lives with. How will they cope?"
- BBC
There are two kinds of debt the average student gets themselves into.
Type One: The Student Loans. This covers tuition fees and maintenance loans. You never have to pay a penny of that until you graduate and earn at least £15k, you pay it off automatically from your salary bit by bit, and the amount you pay per month is proportional to your income, so it's always a manageable amount to pay (in theory).
A lot of people don't understand about the way student loans work, and assume they work the same way a regular bank loan works, with the corresponding difficulty getting loans and mortgages in the future. First, the interest on the loans is much smaller than a normal loan, so you don't get shafted quite as badly paying it off. Second, it doesn't affect your credit rating at all. Third, if you never earn more than £15k and don't manage to pay it off, you don't get angry men taking away your car/house/firstborn to pay off the debt. So, this sort of debt is (mostly) harmless.
Type Two: Proper Debt. This is what happens when, after you graduate, all of the sudden, your interest-free overdraft becomes a Proper Overdraft, with charges and interest. This is what happens when you fail to pay off your credit card bills, and you end up just about getting the money together to pay off the interest each month. This IS the sort of debt that can cause credit rating troubles.
However, a student may be forced to use their overdraft if the loan falls short, or parents can't give as much financial support as is required, or if work doesn't pay enough, or is unavailable, or incompatible with the type of study that is being undertaken. (Unfortunately, everything in this paragraph applies to me in varying severities. Yay!)
So, really. Most of that £23k of average debt is Type One, and shouldn't be worried about too much. Considered for a while, but not the sort of thing you should lose sleep over. It's the bit that the maintenance loan doesn't cover that you should really be looking at, if you're worried about not making ends meet.
Now, what would happen if the government allowed universities to charge what they actually wanted to for tuition? That's up to £30k. Of course, you would have to maintain a similar system to what we have today; £30k is more than the average yearly salary in Britain - not many families have it just lying around to pay upfront. So, let's say we keep the current system of not paying before you reach the £15k mark and paying off a small, manageable amount every month. Would you actually be able to pay off £100,000+ worth of debt over a lifetime of work without lifting the amount required to pay off a month? I doubt it.
This university thing sure is tricky.
(I might moan sometimes, but I'm pretty glad I study in the UK. It would be so much more expensive to study at MIT for four years, and there's very little government support.)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
"Is going to university worth it?"
The BBC has a Have-Your-Say section, where people can post their opinions on a topic. The title of the post is today's topic.
I am exactly halfway through my degree right now, chronologically; in terms of weighting, just under a third of the way through. I have friends that didn't go to university at all, and I have friends that dropped out. I have friends that are getting, or have got, degrees from the Open University. So, there's a lot of different university stories in there.
Reading the comments on the website, people are focusing on the debt and whether it's a good investment for a career that may never materialise. One even said that degrees with no direct employment benefit shouldn't be offered, so that students don't waste their money. That comment upset me; not everyone goes to university to just get a headstart up the corporate career ladder! I know it's not the common thing, but quite a few of my friends are looking to remain in academia, and their degree is the first step in getting the PhD, and then onto the office in the University of Sweet-and-Awesome. It's money you spend that never really gets the wages back, but you do your subject for love.
I am of the opinion that the 50% university attendance target the government has for school-leavers is absurd. One of the smartest people I knew at school dropped out of university, not because he wasn't smart enough, but because it wasn't the right place for him to be. He had a job that he could learn as he went, they offer training as he works and he's happier now, an employed university drop-out, than I saw him before. If that could be the case for someone academically bright, with three As at A-level, and all As and A*s at GCSE, I'd hate to think of less bright people who aren't suited to the academic environment and the self-disciple required to do a degree who feel like university is something you should do, simply because it's something you should do.
In a recession, some school leavers will fear the job market won't be able to offer them the career they want, and so defer it for three years by doing some degree that might not be useful, but simply buys time. I can't decide if this is good or bad. It's good to get a qualification, spending three years gaining skills that are needed to succeed at university. It's bad if you spend three years drinking, partying, not studying effectively, not learning skills, and scraping a pass. Nowadays, the big graduate employers are looking for 2:1 or above (2:2 if you're lucky and they are particularly interested in relevance of degree). So, it's not really worth it if you're not going to get that.
Also, there are more mature students hanging around - people who entered the job market, realised that a degree would quicken their progress up the career ladder and decided to study for something. That's what happened to my friend, but he kept working while getting a degree with the Open University. He's now got a degree, but I'm not entirely sure that's changed much for him.
So, back to the question. Is university worth it?
If you seek solace in the hushed corridors of a library, find comfort in a proof outlined on a blackboard, look forward to discussing Voltaire with intellectual peers, university is most definitely worth it. (Can't say they discuss his works much in my current workplace.)
If you want skills to progress in the career ladder, I reckon the Open University could be a good option. Working to gain practical skills, studying to gain the paper ticket to faster career progression. It does depend on which career you want though. Some financial careers use so much maths that it's best to get a good degree in Maths or Statistics so that you can actually do the work!
If you're buying time, it's probably not worth it. You might lack the academic motivation to do well, and end up with a classification that will say to employers, "I spent three years partying, not studying".
For me, I'd say my choice to university was half love-of-academia, half buying-time. That's generally served me quite well so far. I've lost motivation at times, but my not-so-secret passion for maths always comes through to save me. And, I've proved to be smarter than I thought I was (although everyone claims they knew I was that smart already!) And, I met the best man in the world. So, is it worth it?
Most definitely, yes.
I am exactly halfway through my degree right now, chronologically; in terms of weighting, just under a third of the way through. I have friends that didn't go to university at all, and I have friends that dropped out. I have friends that are getting, or have got, degrees from the Open University. So, there's a lot of different university stories in there.
Reading the comments on the website, people are focusing on the debt and whether it's a good investment for a career that may never materialise. One even said that degrees with no direct employment benefit shouldn't be offered, so that students don't waste their money. That comment upset me; not everyone goes to university to just get a headstart up the corporate career ladder! I know it's not the common thing, but quite a few of my friends are looking to remain in academia, and their degree is the first step in getting the PhD, and then onto the office in the University of Sweet-and-Awesome. It's money you spend that never really gets the wages back, but you do your subject for love.
I am of the opinion that the 50% university attendance target the government has for school-leavers is absurd. One of the smartest people I knew at school dropped out of university, not because he wasn't smart enough, but because it wasn't the right place for him to be. He had a job that he could learn as he went, they offer training as he works and he's happier now, an employed university drop-out, than I saw him before. If that could be the case for someone academically bright, with three As at A-level, and all As and A*s at GCSE, I'd hate to think of less bright people who aren't suited to the academic environment and the self-disciple required to do a degree who feel like university is something you should do, simply because it's something you should do.
In a recession, some school leavers will fear the job market won't be able to offer them the career they want, and so defer it for three years by doing some degree that might not be useful, but simply buys time. I can't decide if this is good or bad. It's good to get a qualification, spending three years gaining skills that are needed to succeed at university. It's bad if you spend three years drinking, partying, not studying effectively, not learning skills, and scraping a pass. Nowadays, the big graduate employers are looking for 2:1 or above (2:2 if you're lucky and they are particularly interested in relevance of degree). So, it's not really worth it if you're not going to get that.
Also, there are more mature students hanging around - people who entered the job market, realised that a degree would quicken their progress up the career ladder and decided to study for something. That's what happened to my friend, but he kept working while getting a degree with the Open University. He's now got a degree, but I'm not entirely sure that's changed much for him.
So, back to the question. Is university worth it?
If you seek solace in the hushed corridors of a library, find comfort in a proof outlined on a blackboard, look forward to discussing Voltaire with intellectual peers, university is most definitely worth it. (Can't say they discuss his works much in my current workplace.)
If you want skills to progress in the career ladder, I reckon the Open University could be a good option. Working to gain practical skills, studying to gain the paper ticket to faster career progression. It does depend on which career you want though. Some financial careers use so much maths that it's best to get a good degree in Maths or Statistics so that you can actually do the work!
If you're buying time, it's probably not worth it. You might lack the academic motivation to do well, and end up with a classification that will say to employers, "I spent three years partying, not studying".
For me, I'd say my choice to university was half love-of-academia, half buying-time. That's generally served me quite well so far. I've lost motivation at times, but my not-so-secret passion for maths always comes through to save me. And, I've proved to be smarter than I thought I was (although everyone claims they knew I was that smart already!) And, I met the best man in the world. So, is it worth it?
Most definitely, yes.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Inhale, exhale...
My bed started to sink in a corner again. Same side as the first time, but instead of the head of the bed, it was the foot. So, I settled into the other side of the bed to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I heard a pretty loud crack. I didn't feel myself sink or anything, but to be on the safe side, I cleared half of the guest room bed, and tried to sleep there.
I was woken at 5:30 by my mother getting ready for work, which included some ironing and blowdrying of hair. Thankfully, my father did fix the bed, and I am most grateful. I think he put some extra nails in this side too, because I never sleep on the left hand side, because the right hand side is closest to the door, and I am intrinsically lazy.
I've been reading more Harry Potter. I'm nearly halfway through HP7, and I have been reading deliberately slowly to make it last. I was planning on taking my brother to the library today, to check out some books (in both senses!) but he went to our cousin's house, so I don't know when he'll be back. It also looks like it might rain all day, so I guess that plan is postponed until Monday.
I went for a bike ride yesterday. That was pretty nice. If the weather clears up today, I might go for a long walk (well, 2 miles).
Work tomorrow, zonino!
I was woken at 5:30 by my mother getting ready for work, which included some ironing and blowdrying of hair. Thankfully, my father did fix the bed, and I am most grateful. I think he put some extra nails in this side too, because I never sleep on the left hand side, because the right hand side is closest to the door, and I am intrinsically lazy.
I've been reading more Harry Potter. I'm nearly halfway through HP7, and I have been reading deliberately slowly to make it last. I was planning on taking my brother to the library today, to check out some books (in both senses!) but he went to our cousin's house, so I don't know when he'll be back. It also looks like it might rain all day, so I guess that plan is postponed until Monday.
I went for a bike ride yesterday. That was pretty nice. If the weather clears up today, I might go for a long walk (well, 2 miles).
Work tomorrow, zonino!
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Kevin Bacon?
Sure, we're all connected to Kevin Bacon, apparently, in six steps or less. Meh. My ex, a self-confessed man-whore, has dated a woman who slept with Russell Brand, so I'm sure I'm pretty close with that.
What I find really weird is when I find myself forming two completely distinct social groups, and then realising there's a link between them...
Example the First: the aforementioned ex, and my current boyfriend.
I met the ex through a friend I met in a chatroom. It's an excellent story (sort of). I was 15 (ish), he was 22 (ish) but I think he shaved off a couple of years so I'd keep talking to him. Ha. We talked, we talked more, and we almost ended up together. But one fateful LiveJournal entry stopped that from happening... The ex thing happened - we all know that story - and I met David at university. Given his spartan approach to friendmaking (keep very few around you, but make them AWESOME) I didn't expect the manwhore to be connected to him at all.
Ex knows Jo, I have no idea how. They probably just met or slept together. Jo is the sister of Hagrid, Hagrid being O's significant figure, and O being a school friend, and regular friend, of David.
Freaked me out when Facebook alerted me to this!
My other examples are not quite so cool, but still a little bit weird.
School connecting with debating. Do not like. School wasn't horrendous - I wasn't bullied, or beaten - it was just... a bit crap. University's bringing out the best in me, and school brought out the worst. Regarding the people from school, I'm partly sad and partly not... I only talk to two people from school regularly. It's reaffirmed what I always thought about most of my schoolfriends; we we friends because of proximity, and lack of another clique to join. It wasn't really much due to who I am as a person, otherwise they would have kept me.
Anyway!
Debater, Claire. Lives in Rootes with Minch, a boy who was in my Latin class, ignored me most of the time and was slightly snarky with me the rest of the time. He took a gap year, travelled the world, came to the same uni as me to study Classics. I saw him the other day, and we just muttered hi and walked away. I wasn't ignored, I wasn't fully acknowledged. I was quite happy. :p
Debater, Ed. Has a (cute!) girlfriend, Jess, who is friends with Caroline, a girl I actually did quite like at school. Couple years younger than me, but fun to hang out with in the school hours when we just happened to be in the same area. Ed does live within 10 miles of me, so I guess it was to be expected. :)
Facebook told me all about these lovely connections I have with people. My ideal situation of having empty intersections between sets of friends (I don't count myself as being a person linking groups here) has been somewhat sledgehammered to bits and then put into cake, and nommed by David, who likes the nom.
Oh well. Given that I've not got very much left to hide anyway, I don't think it's a problem anymore.
What I find really weird is when I find myself forming two completely distinct social groups, and then realising there's a link between them...
Example the First: the aforementioned ex, and my current boyfriend.
I met the ex through a friend I met in a chatroom. It's an excellent story (sort of). I was 15 (ish), he was 22 (ish) but I think he shaved off a couple of years so I'd keep talking to him. Ha. We talked, we talked more, and we almost ended up together. But one fateful LiveJournal entry stopped that from happening... The ex thing happened - we all know that story - and I met David at university. Given his spartan approach to friendmaking (keep very few around you, but make them AWESOME) I didn't expect the manwhore to be connected to him at all.
Ex knows Jo, I have no idea how. They probably just met or slept together. Jo is the sister of Hagrid, Hagrid being O's significant figure, and O being a school friend, and regular friend, of David.
Freaked me out when Facebook alerted me to this!
My other examples are not quite so cool, but still a little bit weird.
School connecting with debating. Do not like. School wasn't horrendous - I wasn't bullied, or beaten - it was just... a bit crap. University's bringing out the best in me, and school brought out the worst. Regarding the people from school, I'm partly sad and partly not... I only talk to two people from school regularly. It's reaffirmed what I always thought about most of my schoolfriends; we we friends because of proximity, and lack of another clique to join. It wasn't really much due to who I am as a person, otherwise they would have kept me.
Anyway!
Debater, Claire. Lives in Rootes with Minch, a boy who was in my Latin class, ignored me most of the time and was slightly snarky with me the rest of the time. He took a gap year, travelled the world, came to the same uni as me to study Classics. I saw him the other day, and we just muttered hi and walked away. I wasn't ignored, I wasn't fully acknowledged. I was quite happy. :p
Debater, Ed. Has a (cute!) girlfriend, Jess, who is friends with Caroline, a girl I actually did quite like at school. Couple years younger than me, but fun to hang out with in the school hours when we just happened to be in the same area. Ed does live within 10 miles of me, so I guess it was to be expected. :)
Facebook told me all about these lovely connections I have with people. My ideal situation of having empty intersections between sets of friends (I don't count myself as being a person linking groups here) has been somewhat sledgehammered to bits and then put into cake, and nommed by David, who likes the nom.
Oh well. Given that I've not got very much left to hide anyway, I don't think it's a problem anymore.
Friday, September 05, 2008
10 brain cells or fewer?
The Plain English Campaign have been working very hard lately. Finally, after years of a glaring error in our supermarkets, Tesco have bowed to the will of the Campaign... and changed their checkout signs saying "Ten Items Or Less" to "Up To Ten Items".
[Let's ignore the fact that this introduces the ambiguity of whether ten items are permitted, or if you're allowed nine or fewer. Sometimes, I try to bring eleven items to those queues if I can. They never notice until it it's too late. Mwahaha!]
English fail is widespread it seems. One of D's favourite places to go on the interweb is the English Fail Blog, a place where you can either say "LOL, ESL/EFL speakers got it wrong", or "LOL, native English speakers fail at basic grammar, sentence structure, and apostrophe placement." Really, we should be looking at native English speakers, people who grew up learning English in school as a first language and wondering where it went wrong with a sense of ZOMG, O_o and sadness, not LOL.
I think what you notice the most going around town is the complete lack of awareness of the correct location of apostrophes. Even the Apprentice candidates couldn't work out where the apostrophe in "National Singles' Day" should go. [Mind you, they managed to make a spaghetti bolognese that tasted bad. That is pretty impressive.] The local Italian restaurant [which is never anything but empty or closed] serves the following: pasta's, risotto's, pizza's, and lasagne's. According to Wikipedia, Tesco is guilty of more SPAG fail, with such classics as "mens magazines", "girls toys", "kids books" and "womens shoes". Note the lack of apostrophe.
Whut!?
I just... it's such an easy rule. Apostrophes get involved when you're possessing something. Or abbreviating. But, mostly possession.
Then there's text speak. Of course, I love to use LOL and woot! and ZOMG as much as the next intertube dweller, but I don't use u or ur or 2day or anything that's just an unnecessary abbreviation. Yes, it saves you half a second. It also makes you look illiterate.
The Plain English campaign have said: "Well, gosh. Isn't English tricky? People can't spell. Maybe we should make it easier for them, and just... let poor spelling slide in exams, you know?"
I don't understand. I can't really speak for the generations before, but I don't think it was as much of a problem as it is today. Schooling was different back then. More learning by rote than "let's explore the world of learning, Jimmy". But, it got results, right? Admittedly, some kids fell through the system. Those labelled as dyslexic, etc today would have been labelled stupid, lazy, whatever. There's some good things that happen with education today... but, it can't be that good if university students come out not being able to use apostrophes consistently.
*shakes fist angrily*
~~~
Am I being an intellectual snob here, by writing this? I went to a good school, was in the top sets, with good teachers, and the right mindset. All of these are so important to getting the most out of education. I can't work out if it's reasonable to feel this way about English, or if I should just accept that some people just can't do as well with language as others, to the point of basic English fail.
And, I apologise for my own SPAG errors. I may be a writer/poet type, but above all, I do maths, okay? We're not supposed to be any good at English!
[Let's ignore the fact that this introduces the ambiguity of whether ten items are permitted, or if you're allowed nine or fewer. Sometimes, I try to bring eleven items to those queues if I can. They never notice until it it's too late. Mwahaha!]
English fail is widespread it seems. One of D's favourite places to go on the interweb is the English Fail Blog, a place where you can either say "LOL, ESL/EFL speakers got it wrong", or "LOL, native English speakers fail at basic grammar, sentence structure, and apostrophe placement." Really, we should be looking at native English speakers, people who grew up learning English in school as a first language and wondering where it went wrong with a sense of ZOMG, O_o and sadness, not LOL.
I think what you notice the most going around town is the complete lack of awareness of the correct location of apostrophes. Even the Apprentice candidates couldn't work out where the apostrophe in "National Singles' Day" should go. [Mind you, they managed to make a spaghetti bolognese that tasted bad. That is pretty impressive.] The local Italian restaurant [which is never anything but empty or closed] serves the following: pasta's, risotto's, pizza's, and lasagne's. According to Wikipedia, Tesco is guilty of more SPAG fail, with such classics as "mens magazines", "girls toys", "kids books" and "womens shoes". Note the lack of apostrophe.
Whut!?
I just... it's such an easy rule. Apostrophes get involved when you're possessing something. Or abbreviating. But, mostly possession.
Then there's text speak. Of course, I love to use LOL and woot! and ZOMG as much as the next intertube dweller, but I don't use u or ur or 2day or anything that's just an unnecessary abbreviation. Yes, it saves you half a second. It also makes you look illiterate.
The Plain English campaign have said: "Well, gosh. Isn't English tricky? People can't spell. Maybe we should make it easier for them, and just... let poor spelling slide in exams, you know?"
I don't understand. I can't really speak for the generations before, but I don't think it was as much of a problem as it is today. Schooling was different back then. More learning by rote than "let's explore the world of learning, Jimmy". But, it got results, right? Admittedly, some kids fell through the system. Those labelled as dyslexic, etc today would have been labelled stupid, lazy, whatever. There's some good things that happen with education today... but, it can't be that good if university students come out not being able to use apostrophes consistently.
*shakes fist angrily*
~~~
Am I being an intellectual snob here, by writing this? I went to a good school, was in the top sets, with good teachers, and the right mindset. All of these are so important to getting the most out of education. I can't work out if it's reasonable to feel this way about English, or if I should just accept that some people just can't do as well with language as others, to the point of basic English fail.
And, I apologise for my own SPAG errors. I may be a writer/poet type, but above all, I do maths, okay? We're not supposed to be any good at English!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Some Q&As from the 11+, but not as we know it?
So, I was checking out Olli's blag, and checking out his links. Got here. I was amused, and I thought I would try to answer some of the questions.
Write five suitable questions to which you think the following would be good answers: -
1) Because I was in a hurry.
2) He is called Robert.
3) It was exactly two o'clock.
4) Yes, we do.
5) Last November.
Now. Suitable. Funny word that. Does it mean suitable in terms of grammar, or suitable in terms of content?
For example, for Number Four; "Do you and your brother like cake?" is good, acceptable, and probably a normal response. Would the examiners have liked: "Do you and your immediate family wish to recreate a battle scene from Lord of the Rings in a town hall?" I know I would have. The town-centre lightsabre battle has been done. Let's get some epic size into this!
Of course, you can just be smutty. For two: "What is the name of the man who carries your left boob for you?" I have personally considered hiring two boob-carriers. I wouldn't have one called Robert though. Bob on my boob? Naw. Get me a Carlos and a Juan - Juan on the left, of course.
One: "Why did you give my mother five orgasms, then leave the house without your shirt on?" I think that's just bizarre. Unless we're talking Rory Gilmore's mother, in which case, it's something I could see myself doing.
Sometimes I worry about myself. Then, I stop worrying because I've stuck a crayon up my nose.
Write five suitable questions to which you think the following would be good answers: -
1) Because I was in a hurry.
2) He is called Robert.
3) It was exactly two o'clock.
4) Yes, we do.
5) Last November.
Now. Suitable. Funny word that. Does it mean suitable in terms of grammar, or suitable in terms of content?
For example, for Number Four; "Do you and your brother like cake?" is good, acceptable, and probably a normal response. Would the examiners have liked: "Do you and your immediate family wish to recreate a battle scene from Lord of the Rings in a town hall?" I know I would have. The town-centre lightsabre battle has been done. Let's get some epic size into this!
Of course, you can just be smutty. For two: "What is the name of the man who carries your left boob for you?" I have personally considered hiring two boob-carriers. I wouldn't have one called Robert though. Bob on my boob? Naw. Get me a Carlos and a Juan - Juan on the left, of course.
One: "Why did you give my mother five orgasms, then leave the house without your shirt on?" I think that's just bizarre. Unless we're talking Rory Gilmore's mother, in which case, it's something I could see myself doing.
Sometimes I worry about myself. Then, I stop worrying because I've stuck a crayon up my nose.
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