Well well well. Things are getting really quite heavy in the world of academia. In truth I should not be blogging at all, because I should be studying. It matters not, I am now a fully indoctrinated blogoholic, and I feel it is better to write than to drink alcohol or such.
This morning I received notification of the disciplinary charges being launched against me, and my misconduct within this matter. I wrote back straight away citing evidence, and trying my best to clear my name. It is not going to be easy. Whatever decision the board go with (hopefully neither parties will be affected from studying, as both are keen and able students) I will abide by. It may well be that I am cast out of the fold, but worse things have happened at sea.
Thirteen years of living in a tent means I am somewhat misanthropic about this whole affair. It has taken up too much of my time and energy already, and the lesson one may learn from this mess, is to hold one's tongue in matters like these. I am going to blog about other, more light-hearted matters, not become embroiled in the quagmire of slagging off that doth not become either me or the other party concerned.
Last night I had an intense dream: I dreamed I was in Haiti with Grant. He'd found a nice squat to stay in, and asked me to get some dog-food for him. I did so, whilst looking about a beach full of sunshine and nice people.
I can summon no will to blog anymore today. I must get back on the flex with my work-load. The contemporary cabinet of curiosity mirroring the microcosm from the early modern period, a group project, wikiversity.
Stay On the Flex,
Maxy xx
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