I'm stuck in an absolute hole of a "conference centre" this week, in the middle of nowhere. It claims to have rooms that are "set up to enable you to work in comfort", but they have no internet access. If I want the internet, I have to come down to the coffee bar and put up with the noise - OK for blogging, but not ideal when you want to get some serious work done. Oh, and the only place in the hotel that has internet access is different from the only place in the hotel that has mobile phone reception, so I have to choose between them - and neither of those places is my bedroom.
And I'm looking after the class with Mr Arrogant in it. He's the one who, when I asked him to stop talking while I was teaching, said, "I was talking about work, if it helps." I replied, "Not really. Whatever you were talking about, it's rude to talk while I'm talking, and I find it distracting." Later, I gave him another chance to apologise, and he reiterated that he found it helpful to discuss things with the person next to him as we went along and didn't see why I should make him stop. I said he was welcome to ask questions or share comments with the whole class at any time, but that it was distracting both for the tutor and for the rest of the class if someone was talking (not even whispering) the whole time. He reckoned that was my problem, not his.
This morning, they're doing a mock exam - the real exam is in November, and this is a revision week for them. I handed out some papers to the class and said that if anyone wanted additional material they could come and find me. I gave them my mobile number (not that they'll be able to get hold of me if I stay here) and my room number (not that I can stay in it if I want to use either the mobile or the internet). Mr Arrogant piped up: "We don't want to have to chase round the hotel after you. Can you put the stuff under our doors." (No question mark there - his intonation didn't suggest a question, but an order.) Right, so instead of each person knocking on my door once, I have to go round all of their rooms.
Is it me, or is this guy (who is one of my students and is several grades below me on the career ladder) totally out of order? And what have I done to deserve an entire week of looking after his class?
Anyway, blogging may be sparse this week, what with the whole internet access and phone reception issue. Hope your week is better than mine is shaping up to be.