The joys of my newly acquired degree
One of my lecturers has the dubious honour of organising school's days in the chemistry department. However, this lecturer suffers from an unfortunate malody known as "Has the organisational skills of a blind midget beekeeper". As I'm one of the few (ex) students left on campus, I ended up drawing the ever-shortening short straw and being buggered, ahem, I mean honoured, with helping out on the day. The one day that Dr-I-couldn't-find-my-arse-with-my-elbows-in-a-mirror-maze decided to book in 120 seventeen year olds when we can only fit 40 in the lab at a time, max. So in his wisdom he hastily shoved in an extra session to allow the group that would normally be split into 2 into 3 and decided to get me to help on the extra new, untested, never run before session. Oh yay. Bottle of wine? I'll need a stiffer drink than that at the end of the day...

The first 2 sessions went well with a lecturer to supervise and help each time. I had the largest group last, yay! And who was my supervising/helping lecturer for the last session? Oh yes, Dr odd socks with sandals. Joys. So I was left with Dr terminally useless and 40 hot and tired seventeen year olds, at which point Dr waste of space decided to wander off and leave me to it. And all because now I have a degree I'm technically qualified to supervise, something which 3 weeks ago I wasn't.

Absolute power? Have you ever tried to single handedly control 40 seventeen year olds?! More like absolutely powerless!
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 16:57, Reply)