Yesterday I had my media objects lab, first session of the year. Caught the train after taking ms 7 y.o. to school, all good. Except everyone had to get off at Macleod – a long way out from the city – due to an ‘incident’ (which, sadly, is generally a euphemism for suicide by train). This means no trains. Bus companies are called, they need to find busses and drivers, and it was nearly an hour before I was heading towards Clifton Hill station. For a 10:30 class scheduled to finish at 13:20 I arrived just before midday.
Via Facebook I told everyone I was late, and why, and that the reading was available online. They should get it, start reading the first chapter, and after forty minutes or so stop for coffee. Once I realised how late I’d be I also sent through the suggestion they eat, as once I got there we’d work through without a break.
I walk into a seminar room deathly quiet. Everyone huddled over the text reading. Taking notes. All present. All stayed. All worked. We then had a pretty good conversation setting up the semester. Honours, it’s a treasure.
The elegance of this is sublime. The suffering religious.