It’s amazing what bursts from childhood flood your mind when
you can’t listen to a lecture. I’m supposed to be learning about lung disease
but there are a few issues.
Firstly it’s our first day back at TAFE after 2 weeks off at
Easter. So naturally everyone is
drinking coffee and chatting about what happened during the break.
Secondly the pre lecture notes haven’t gone up on the
website. Now at university you sit in a lecture hall and write hell for leather
every word your lecturer says. In our TAFE course you download the power points
that they are showing for the day and write your notes next to it. Talk about
spoon-fed.
Because the nursing staff haven’t uploaded the PowerPoint
the class is sitting around making jokes & chatting about the holidays
because they don’t know any other way to study.
Thirdly we have a stand in lecturer. Our regular lecturer is
extremely strict. The type of woman to throw you out if your mobile phone goes
off. Who locks the door as the lecture
starts to deter latecomers. This lecturer is currently standing in the media
closet, delivering a death by PowerPoint style lecture because she can’t get the
equipment to work.
Add to that the Internet isn’t working so the people who
would normally be playing games & instant messaging to pass the time are
stuck staring vapidly at the sterile white walls.
Latecomers abound. It’s almost an hour into the lecture and
hung over misfits are still dribbling into the classroom with jumbo coffee’s
and dark sunglasses.
On the plus side, The power point will be up before the tute
this afternoon and we all re read over it as a group.
Hrm, our regular lecturer just walked in. Time to stop
blogging.
TTFN.
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