Glad Thursday Is Over

Thursdays are a long day for me. Classes from 9.00 am until 930pm. Thats like an actor doing three performances a day. Still, tomorrow is FRIDAY, and thats something to savour.

Tonight I had my modular ‘Introduction to Psychology’ class. I am astonished every year as to just how many turn out to do this course. Three, 12 week classes generate around 80 students, who then usually remain with us another year. If the cunning plan works, Id like to have really big numbers doing all sorts in a years time on Thursday nights. General interest, modular, intermediate and Higher. That would be cool. There are two sisters in the group who chat all the time to each other! I feel a ‘voice-hearer’ and can appreciate why a schizophrenic has difficulties with auditory hallucinations. They are sweet though, and I would never say ‘shut up’. They’ll maybe get the classroom script eventually.

Caroline had her last law exam today for this year. We can now return to normal at Furnace Court, thank Freud. Female mature students are murder to live with! They work incredibly hard but fret far too much. We’ve been keeping out her way the last fortnight, while she has been putting in the study shifts. Law is extremely difficult; I have only ever known one ‘natural’ at it. Hughie didn’t take one note all the years he was at Glasgow Uni. When he went to lectures, he just sat and listened. He’s now a Judge, whom I see nearly every day going the High Court in Glasgow. Most others have to work their socks off. Its only when the course is over that you actually begin to understand law. And even then?

I did the same course from 1992-1997, also at Strathclyde. Unit, after unit, after unit for 5 years! What a slog. I knew the treacherous A77 intimately. Poor old Caroline has to do 6 years, as she hasn’t a first degree. But you come out the end of it a completely different thinker. Plus I know all about my mineral rights if ever I buy a house on top of a slag-heap!

Being a Thursday the politics programmes are about to start. I enjoy Newsnight and Question Time, and usually end up debating with the TV set. Looks like the Daily Mirror and the Government are about to tear lumps out of each other over the dodgy photographs alleging British torture in southern Iraq.

I’ll away and have a look at what the chattering classes are saying.