Wednesday 8th
November, 2017 1845
My God. If there
is one thing worse than going to bed late and not getting enough
sleep, it is going to bed at a sensible time and not sleeping enough!
Whatever happened
to the days of going to bed at night and waking at dawn, ready, able
and willing to face the challenges of the day??
Long gone for me.
Today was a trial
as far as I was concerned. All day trapped/imprisoned on the 7th
floor. And by God, did I have to act to make believe I was awake and
“with it”.
My late morning
class saw a girl come to gaily inform me that the freshmen are having
a party soon (by party she really meant a show, probably one evening
next week) and would I record a video message for them? I did so at
noon, she filmed me on her phone and was so pleased it was ridiculous
– you would have thought she just got Tom Cruise or Harrison Ford
to do a piece to camera – had to be careful there so I never chose
any of the people being exposed in the latest campaign to brand all
men sexual molesters!
But yes, by the
day's end I was done in. I thought about inviting Annie somewhere for
dinner but cancelled that. I was hungry to be sure but I still had
the baguette from Tuesday, I only need half of it to try to make
stuffing. Toasted and with bacon and fried egg it was to be enough
for my dinner tonight. I really was exhausted.
Tomorrow will be
different. Roast chicken and trimmings and the first time I have
attempted sage and onion stuffing. If that works I will be glad and
the next English roast will feature Yorkshire puds. I have made them
successfully many times in the past but the last two attempts were
disasters! I mean really, what the hell is there to get wrong?? I
manage disasters sometimes!
Yes, I did make a
fuss of Pat this morning in class. It was easy to remember she came
nowhere in the provincial final and forget she was still good enough
to win her university heats. Naturally I personally would have won
and gone to Beijing but then when I gave my speech it was purely
being listened to rather than being scored and it was only my pride
in being a great orator that was at stake. She of course had seven
professors picking away at her score. I hope I managed to boost her
confidence a touch.
At lunch break I
sent a text to the vice-dean to ask if we had a room for English
corner tomorrow. After all, I did make waves a fortnight ago and so
far no result.
No, not yet. There
is a “room” for tomorrow which I will guarantee is the same
stairwell I went to last time. To keep me quiet, if I go, they will
arrange a chair for me!
Well fine, treat
me as a geriatric case but they don't realise I have been trouble
with a capital T all my life. I fight battles that are not my own as
well. This is not mine but I am making it so. It is bloody ridiculous
that students are giving up their free time to attend and the school
has not afforded them facilities. I can say what I like about Chizhou
but the students always had at least a classroom they could use,
often a small theatre. The squeaky wheel gets the oil. My bathroom
panelling is all new now and the door shuts. I am sure I am hated by
some and I regret that but not for making things happen.
This one I will
not let drop. I have not said as much in my reply but I will if
necessary strike a deal with the hotel and pay for a meeting room for
90 minutes each week if I have to.
No, I am not being
a hero, I simply hate seeing people (students) making the school
happy by appearing delighted to attend social events and then being
denied the basic facilities, of which the school has plenty. I guess
I am a Tory by nature but a Labour by action. Please do NOT suggest
that makes me a Liberal!!!
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