|Working breakfast, |
|Rain, on the windscreen at 10.30pm|
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who seeks to put a contrary position or state the 'view from the coalface'...it is actually quite emotionally draining at times. Despair tends to be the dominant feeling. The day requires a big breakfast, actually, no, just the usual. I have to make lunch and dinner too.
No sooner do I step into my office and the phone rings. Clive Palmer is coming to the campus tomorrow to speak to the journalism students and would my students like to attend, asks my colleague. I should think so. I send around the note...I'll be there, at 9.00am sharp.
Academic Board goes as planned. Academics have lost the will to be robust. No wonder the sector is easily kicked around like a football. That's really all I can say...
|Lecturing, at 6.12pm|
By the time the afternoon comes around there is still four hours of teaching to go and it has started to rain. I'm done by 9.00pm and finally get to eat lunch...it's been that sort of day. When I'm leaving work at about 10.30pm, there is a particularly striking picture of raindrops on the windscreen. Turned out to be a perfect photo for the next day's #612lastphoto request by Spencer.