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(which I am delighted has made largely redundant the hurled board rubber).
Which reminds me ... Sarcasm by teachers - in my day at secondary school (the 1970s) the stock-in-trade of almost every teacher I ever encountered, but apparently an entire generation has been raised without the benefit of being ranted at by abusive, tweed-jacketed, chalk-throwing maniacs. |
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At every one of these [classical] concerts in England you will find rows of weary people who are there, not because they really like classical music, but because they think they ought to like it. (Shaw, Don Juan in Hell)
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« Reply #106 on: 10:34:29, 22-01-2008 » |
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The slide projector
Not only that DB, but all the equipment involved in producing your own prints in the darkroom (as I used to do) - I've given it all to my niece as she's been studying photography at uni and hence has to know older methods. Scanning in slides and negs is just so much easier. I've still got my slide projector though! |
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(which I am delighted has made largely redundant the hurled board rubber).
Which reminds me ... Sarcasm by teachers - in my day at secondary school (the 1970s) the stock-in-trade of almost every teacher I ever encountered, but apparently an entire generation has been raised without the benefit of being ranted at by abusive, tweed-jacketed, chalk-throwing maniacs. PW, you omitted the further details of leather elbow- and cuff-patches on the tweed jackets, not to mention the foulest reeking of pipes, often tucked into the top pocket, bowl outwards. (And where I was, in the 60s, academic gowns as well.) |
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people are still giving talks to WIs in which one slide will always be upside down, or back to front, and one will always fall down inside the carousel, failing to appear on the screen and clogging up the entire show...
The contemporary slideshow bore, however, is disinguished by a tedious pantheon of MicroSoft Library Clipart, a picture of a mountain waterfall (with a starburst-effect in the sky for extra cliche value), some pentatonic pseudo-oriental melodies in .mid format, all beginning and ending with a screenshot of the user's computer desktop. Few words can inspire more torpor in an audience than "let's have a look at those results as a pie-chart, shall we?" |
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...the further details of leather elbow- and cuff-patches on the tweed jackets, not to mention the foulest reeking of pipes, often tucked into the top pocket, bowl outwards. Oh God, yes. Miss Cranach for Extra French. I'd forgotten her. |
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« Reply #110 on: 11:36:06, 22-01-2008 » |
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reiner -
You're dead right, Powerpoint encourages the most awful presentations. Particularly when they just show up on the screen the material that they have printed off and given to you as a handout. If you can read it, why bother attending the lecture? (I am an introvert, and realise that comment is opposed to most contemporary educational theory.)
But for just showing pikkies, it is far and away preferable to the slide projector.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #111 on: 11:43:09, 22-01-2008 » |
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Our French Assistante in my last year at school was a Provençale lady, in perhaps her early forties, with the then rather bewildering habit of leaving her underarms unshaven.
No pipe, though.
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« Reply #112 on: 11:51:15, 22-01-2008 » |
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We had a young male German assistant who used to tell us some of the things he got up to with his girlfriend. I'm not sure that all the vocabulary we learned was on the syllabus.
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« Reply #113 on: 13:56:36, 22-01-2008 » |
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which I am delighted has made largely redundant the hurled board rubber Someone should have mentioned that to my geography teacher Mr Boocock. I expect he's retired now though. Or been sacked (possibly for the time he threw Neil Tillotson across the corridor into the wall opposite). Re hurled board rubbers, Mr Boocock's real trouble was that his aim wasn't terribly good. |
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #114 on: 14:00:18, 22-01-2008 » |
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Sarcasm by teachers - in my day at secondary school (the 1970s) the stock-in-trade of almost every teacher I ever encountered, but apparently an entire generation has been raised without the benefit of being ranted at by abusive, tweed-jacketed, chalk-throwing maniacs.
See above. We had a young male German assistant who used to tell us some of the things he got up to with his girlfriend. I'm not sure that all the vocabulary we learned was on the syllabus.
I know some distinctly odd German too, Andy, though more as a result of teacher insanity than teaching-assistant normality (the exchange students who came to visit could never understand why first-years would walk up to them in the corridor and ask 'Wie oft hast du eine Darmbewegung?'). Actually, I think we might need a separate thread on schoolteacher memories ... |
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #115 on: 14:11:48, 22-01-2008 » |
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Actually, I think we might need a separate thread on schoolteacher memories ...
Ooo, don`t get me started, tinners! Hmm, now you come to mention it ..... Edit. Okey dokey. Lest Don`s thread veer too off-topic, white dog poo notwithstanding  The Happiest Days of your Life thread for schoolteacher memories/nightmares. Well go on, boy/girl! Apply yourself! |
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NiCad batteries - the first wave of rechargeables (as found in early camcorders and mobile phones), with the distressing property of capacity memory: unless you followed the instructions for recharging to the letter (and minute) they would lose running time quite quickly, rendering them all but useless (unless you knew the deep-freeze trick). Modern NiMH and even better Lithium batteries are far more forgiving performers in this respect.
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« Reply #117 on: 15:44:26, 22-01-2008 » |
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Our French Assistante in my last year at school was a Provençale lady, in perhaps her early forties, with the then rather bewildering habit of leaving her underarms unshaven.
No pipe, though.
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« Reply #118 on: 16:14:05, 22-01-2008 » |
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You're dead right, Powerpoint encourages the most awful presentations. Particularly when they just show up on the screen the material that they have printed off and given to you as a handout. If you can read it, why bother attending the lecture? (I am an introvert, and realise that comment is opposed to most contemporary educational theory.)
http://www.unc.edu/~mumukshu/gandhi/gandhi/powerpoint.htmAnd: 'blackboard rubbers'? We called them glantóirs. Gosh. Have a blackboard in my room; still haven't gotten fully used to whiteboards. |
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« Reply #119 on: 16:56:04, 22-01-2008 » |
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(I am an introvert, and realise that comment is opposed to most contemporary educational theory.) Is it really? Oh dear. I likewise see no point in simply presenting the same information in three forms... I think I'm going to end up getting a good talking to from this Mr Con Temporaryeducationaltheory before long then. |
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