Thank you. So far, it is lovely. (I will confess to you that I snuck down to Raz's rooms after teaching last night, which does tend to improve my morning remarkably. You will have gathered that mornings are not my strong suit, by now.)
I've five and six for you, and might finish seven by this evening: must see how my marking goes. And yes: they're utterly horrible, and entirely compelling, and I've no idea how. (A comparison of student behaviour there to student behaviour here might make for a fascinating thesis, mind you. There are ways they are so like our students, and yet ways the things are clearly written by people who barely remember their school days.)
As to the staff meeting: annoyingly timed, yes, but Pomona promises to help keep it short. Though I warn you, there'll be some conversation about your classes Monday, I suspect. (Also, I think, the return of the bullying, the implications of the upcoming Quidditch season, various odds and ends about patrol schedules, and so on.)
I am glad Dolores has not prevailed in her desire to attend, or we'd be subject to all sorts of "Just one teensy question" conversations and there for hours. (Speaking of, I am trying new approaches in Hufflepuff status games, which seem to be bearing some fruit, but Narcissa advised me strongly to fling myself on your diplomatic expertise. More topics for Friday.) What have you been telling her about me, anyway?
Right. Few things to set up in my classroom, and then I get to immerse myself comfortably in wrangling the fifth year Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.
(Is one supposed to get a new dose of wisdom on one's birthday? I must say I don't feel much wiser than yesterday.) A.
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Date: 2012-09-19 01:34 pm (UTC)Thank you. So far, it is lovely. (I will confess to you that I snuck down to Raz's rooms after teaching last night, which does tend to improve my morning remarkably. You will have gathered that mornings are not my strong suit, by now.)
I've five and six for you, and might finish seven by this evening: must see how my marking goes. And yes: they're utterly horrible, and entirely compelling, and I've no idea how. (A comparison of student behaviour there to student behaviour here might make for a fascinating thesis, mind you. There are ways they are so like our students, and yet ways the things are clearly written by people who barely remember their school days.)
As to the staff meeting: annoyingly timed, yes, but Pomona promises to help keep it short. Though I warn you, there'll be some conversation about your classes Monday, I suspect. (Also, I think, the return of the bullying, the implications of the upcoming Quidditch season, various odds and ends about patrol schedules, and so on.)
I am glad Dolores has not prevailed in her desire to attend, or we'd be subject to all sorts of "Just one teensy question" conversations and there for hours. (Speaking of, I am trying new approaches in Hufflepuff status games, which seem to be bearing some fruit, but Narcissa advised me strongly to fling myself on your diplomatic expertise. More topics for Friday.) What have you been telling her about me, anyway?
Right. Few things to set up in my classroom, and then I get to immerse myself comfortably in wrangling the fifth year Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.
(Is one supposed to get a new dose of wisdom on one's birthday? I must say I don't feel much wiser than yesterday.)
A.