Friday, October 13, 2006
(6:26 AM) | it:
Friday Confessional: Week Three, Term One Edition
I confess I resent Empedocles and his stupid ideas about cosmic cycles and vegetarianism. I confess that if animals really were filled with transmigrated human souls, I would eat them with much greater frequency, particularly the pork pie versions.I confess that I had no idea how tiring teaching three double-weighted courses a week (plus seminars) would be, which in retrospect was foolhardy. I could have spent the Summer hibernating in preparation for the utterly minimal levels of sleep I now miserably eke out from the week.
I confess that I have already flirted with the Dean of Arts in order to get her on my side during my first year of probation. I confess that she told my colleague that she thought I was 'perky'. I confess that I am desperately assuming that this is a good thing to be.
I confess that it seems that universities are full of people who are academically 'radical' (I work on female militants from the Basque region/transgendered jugglers/gay rights in Palestine) but if you say you didn't like the latest Almodovar film or believe the novels of Milan Kundera to be vacuous toss, they look at you as though you've just stepped on their bisexual kitten or spent their salary on Coco Pops.
Confess, you boring bastards! Bring me tales of debauchery and devastating wit! Fill my pedagogical existence with tales of rent boys, alley-way sex, spiritual degradation and gross moral turpitude! (I confess that I really want to be fired for 'persistent gross moral turpitude').
