It’s not Q&A either, but that’s the way it goes.
The speaking exams are over. I have done speaking exams across the course of a day from early in the morning, but I’m sure I didn’t feel half as exhausted by the whole process. On Monday evening at about 6.30pm, my eyes were so tired that I could barely keep them open. Yesterday, I still had the last exams across the morning, finishing them just before lunch. I went back to school after lunch because I still had classes all afternoon. AS1 was a babysitting job, but by then I was feeling drained and when I went back to the office and told Peter that I’d deal with the results and the recordings today because I had class all afternoon, he told me to take the rest of the day off. Good thing, too, because I’m not sure I could’ve survived the afternoon.
Unfortunately, when I got home, the boys were playing the Hammer and Drill Symphony in B flat major somewhere in the building. I might’ve half fallen asleep in spite of that, but I could’ve done without such a disturbance.
Colin told me that PAL1 started monologuing or trying to talk about some prepared subject they wanted to talk about. I had a little of that, but tried to steer the conversation away from familiar seas into unchartered waters. In fact, I didn’t have a single conversation. It was all Q&A because the little darlings think an exam is all about the questions. Without any, of course, things would’ve gone nowhere and the exam would’ve been a long succession of “What should I say?”
The Lady Elizabeth by Alison Weir.
Since my repose was disturbed when I got home yesterday afternoon, I took the opportunity to finish off The Lady Elizabeth, which is a fictionalised account of the life of Queen Elizabeth I from the time Henry VIII declared her and Mary bastards to the end of Mary’s reign. The book is a readable, popular account of a life which was often difficult and in extreme peril during Mary’s deeply unpopular reign.
Weir tries to give the book some period flavour by garnishing the characters’ language with some Elizabethanisms. It’s not always consistently used, and is sometimes overdone. For example, there’s a section where everyone’s bruiting (spreading rumours); and then all of a sudden, they stop bruiting and the word is never used again. It was as if Weir discovered the word, used it, and then never bothered clearing out the excess when she was revising the book.
As I said, the book is readable and clearly aimed at a mass market audience, and with Elizabeth I as the subject, it seems hard to go wrong.
A three-ass race?
Is the general election going to become interesting now that it seems to be a three-ass race? Which donkey does the <span class = “sarcasm”>great British public</span> want in Downing Street and does it really care so long as there’s the football, dancing celebs, and new series of Dr Who on?
Come to think of it, if there is a hung parliament, would anyone really notice the difference? As far as I can tell, it doesn’t matter which lot is in power. Government policy merely seems to be max. profits for those with money; min. profits for those without; mention the word “merit” (or some synonym); and say “something something more money for education” (excluding the universities; where do you think more money for education comes from?).
Anyway, here’s a link to the Private Eye website just for the hell of it.