Success! Thanks to deft office politicking and expert wrangling I have persuaded the department to scrap my 9am Tuesday tutorials. This saves me from having to explain immediate annuities to twenty unwashed sex-crazed 20 year-olds before climbing Cardiac Hill (so named for the chances of coronary problems whilst struggling to the top) to tell seventy more unwashed sex-crazed 20-year olds the best way to calculate my odds of dying in the next year. Maths problems and hill-climbing? Throw in a Rubik's Cube and it's an episode of the fucking Krypton Factor.
Anyway. That's all I have to say today.
2 comments:
I think every town must have a cardiac hill. There's one in Bristol too. Rather amusingly, it leads to the hospital.
That's a damn sight smarter than it leading to the psychology department.
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