So, what time do we start?

Who cares? I got exclamation marks!!!

I was waiting for the lift when I remembered I’d left today’s Powerpoint presentation on my laptop, but had no way of getting back inside, restarting the machine, and copying the file without losing too much time. It didn’t matter. I did the whole thing manually.

Got to school and Mr Foucault is reminding us that we start at 7.25am. “No,” we said, “we start at 7.30.” No, it’s 7.25. “There was this other mail message which not everyone got.” After some running this way and that, we started at 7.30am. Forty minute classes really are too short. I’d planned the timing quite carefully, but could not get everything done.

I’ve started showing the Ass classes The Social Network, but thought I ought to check the English subs beforehand. Oops! They were not done to a professional standard. No subs for the Asses. I expect all the little darlings will be watching the film with Chinese subs and ripping reviews off the Internet for Friday’s writing.

I did have time to look through the Leaner [sic!] Diaries this afternoon. Cretinous Χάρις wrote how interesting my classes were, and there were exclamation marks. Does she think that I’m too stupid to recognise sarcasm when I see it? I don’t know. Like a lot of the passive-aggressive girls who I encounter in my classes, these creatures may not be as stupid or wilfully lazy as they seem. Cretinous Χάρις, and arrogant Ethel in pre-AL α are clearly both passive-aggressive. Probably neither of them wants to be in this programme, but mama and papa are making them.

I suspect that arrogant Ethel is connected and so used to getting her own way that she can’t see how arrogant and unpleasant she is; but I’m no doubt a mere servant in her eyes who should know his place and not question his betters.