Keep calm variations

CARRY ON!

This is the image on my new and stylish mug, one of my many purchases made in England this summer (Whittard in Salisbury). It was originally a poster published by the Ministry of Information (or Propaganda?) during the outbreak of WWII in 1939. The crown of King George and the reassuring message was intended to convey to the public that everything possible was being done to defend the country.
I have brought the mug to use at work, since I think the slogan is very appropriate here as well. In my department we have another motto which we quote to each other when the powers that be organise and make decisions we don't necessarily agree with: "Nicht ärgern, nur wunderen", but anglophile as I am, I like this one better.

More interesting phrases

World history is of course shaped by wars. After reading the rest of this year's exam papers, I have gained new insight into some lesser known aspects of various 20th century conflicts. In the Second World War, for instance, "the German Luftwaffe tried to crimple the UK by fighting the RAF", and "in 1941, their proud battleship Bismarck was intercepted in the Denmark Straight (sic!) by HMS Prince of Whales" (Charles, obviously).
In the Yom Kippur War "the Egyptians attacked across the Sinai with armoured colons", which was probably even more efficient than the "Viet Cong soldiers who were small and lightly armoured". They were of course assisted by "the North Vietnamese Army, a small potato compared to the US", according to one agriculturally minded candidate.

This year's interesting exam phrases

I'm DONE marking the exam papers, and have as usual collected a - shall we say "bouquet" - of interesting phrases from these papers, mostly from the translation assignment, a text about the ill-fated cargo ship Alrita that sank in March.
Apparently, one of the reasons she sank was because "there was discovered a leek in the hull" (dangerous stuff, vegetables), but also because "the cargo had removed itself" (to where, one might wonder - "lasten forskjøv seg" was the Norwegian version), or "because the baggage moved". Two of the crewmembers had to jump into the sea to save themselves from the sinking ship, and "they didn't have emergencydress on" - this is obviously the kind of dress you wear when your best ballgown is at the cleaner's.
In an essay about the US President and his tasks, I learnt that "A leader's general job is development, security of his undertakers and people, justice and results". I was not aware that the undertaking business in the US was so important to the federal government. Must have watched too little "Six feet under".
I could also go on at length about 1) the various ways one can spell which, 2) write a date the wrong way, or 3) the sheer impossibility (it seems) of distinguishing between damage and damages. But I won't, even though I am Grammar Nazi.

I don't know how they do it

I have been very busy lately. At least to my standards. Teaching, exams, meetings, application deadlines, babysitting, house guests, giving parties and going to parties, plus the usual taking-care-of-the-family things (cooking, laundry, hoovering, tidying, shopping) - so I've been very tired. And this starts me wondering how all those other people out there (who actually have really busy lives) manage. I read in the papers about people my age (and, yes, even in their THIRTIES) who have wildly successful careers (editors, lawyers, business managers, scientists, doctors) and who probably have 10-hour working days, but still have three or four kids, participate in politics or do voluntary work, coach their kid's football team, go to the gym three times a week, manage the upkeep of both their house, garden and cabin in the mountains, and of course take their kids on bracing all-day hikes in the mountains, with campfires and rappeling down cliffsides every Sunday.
Ok, I realise that they:
1) probably have a cleaner to do their house.
2) don't spend an hour or two in front of the telly in the evenings, watching Fawlty Towers or Spooks on dvd.
3) have developed unique efficiency in everything they do (everything I do has a tendency to fill all the time I have available, no matter if it is one or sixteen things).
4) never feel the need to do nothing at all.
5) are not innately lazy.

But still.
I'm not really busy, but still I have very very few open spaces in my schedule. I would like more time to stand and stare (or, to be perfectly honest, to laze around and do absolutely nothing for a few weeks):

What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep, or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies 1871 - 1940

End of term revels

Today was the last day of teaching before the summer, and my class and I celebrated by watching my favourite episode of Fawlty Towers, "The psychiatrist". Should have had tea and biscuits too, of course, to make it a proper occasion.
Many great phrases stem from Fawlty Towers, most notably "Pretentious, moi?", and "Don't mention the war!".
In the rather cool spring evenings we've had lately, Hubby and I have enjoyed ourselves by watching FT again, one episode per night. We've both watched them a number of times, but they're still absolutely hilarious - I don't think I know any better comedies than this.

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Time for Chaucer

Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye-
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages-
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunturbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for the seke
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seeke.

I can't boast very extensive knowledge of Chaucer, but I do have some fond memories from the Canterbury tales in the Middle English course at "hovedfag", way back. Our lecturer, an expert on northern English dialects had until then seemed like a rather stern sort, prone to giving back intonation exercises with the scathing comment: "Middling!". Or worse. But for some reason, Chaucer brought out his great sense of humour (albeit of the dry kind), and he enthused at length about the birds in the prologue here, who slept "with open eye", i.e. one eye open and one shut (hilarious!), and the Wife of Bath, who was "ywympled wel" (line 472) - imagining her headgear brought great amusement. Well, this was 1992, we weren't used to much.

Another fond personal Chaucerian memory is of course the first page of my favourite author David Lodge's novel Small World (1984), where he starts off with a modern language version of the lines above. The novel is about the great migration of academics in the summer season, like pilgrims they fly hither and tither on conferences all over the globe. This was obviously when university travel budgets were considerably more generous than now.

Aprille is of course also exam season - tomorrow we have orals. My listening tests are ready, I wonder if my cadets are.

There's a lizard in my gizzard

There's a lizard in my gizzard
Originally uploaded by Rock and Racehorses

Flickr is full of interesting stuff. I just had to post this.

Keeping my head above water

Exams are looming. This means making ingenious, feasible, creative tasks that will make my best students shine and my poorest students see hope. The written exam includes translation (naval English!) and an essay, the oral exam a listening test (new this year! I am a keen customer of BBC newspods at the moment) and conversation on topics from the curriculum.

Luckily I have two colleagues to share this with - cooperation is a Good Thing. What I struggle with now is to come up with an essay question that ideally involves a new angle on a book we read; One Hundred Days (written by Adm. Woodward, the UK task force commander in the Falklands War). Not very easily done, as we have used this book for a number of years, and pretty much exhausted all possibilities. Tweaking an old exam question should be possible, but what to choose? Leadership? Tactics? Politics?

Apart from exam ponderings, I try to juggle all events on the home front. Not easily done either, as it suddenly dawned on me that we are to look after the neighbours' two kids three days next week. This was agreed a long time ago, but I omitted to fill it in on our "booking calendar" (aka b.k.), where all activities are displayed, and then promptly forgot the whole thing. In the meantime, we have of course filled the b.k. with other activities: a house guest, extra teaching early in the morning, hubby will speak at an evening seminar (which means yours truly is in charge of four kids, evening meal, and bed that evening, I'm exhausted already), and a gentlemen's wine&dine evening. Great.
What worries me a bit is this complete dependency on writing things down (preferably on the b.k.) in order to remember them. One of my colleagues claims never to have written down any appointments or activities in his life. How does he do that (he is a mathematician and obviously equipped with a different sort of brain from mine) - I suspect that he lets his wife remember things and relies on her to remind him. Hah!
Anyway - too much to do, and too good weather outside. Birds chirping, trees sprouting tender green leaves, nice temperature, no rain. What am I doing inside. Oh, that's right. Making exam questions.

Mrs Belly-ache

I feel Grumpy Today
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I see that there is a risk that this blog will be used to let off steam about all sorts of difficulties and grievances related to the teaching of English to occasionally not-so-receptive (or not-particularly-hard-working) learners. That is not my intention, and I shall endeavour to keep to a philosophical and questioning attitude.