Today was my first day of teaching in the new semester. It’s always a bit daunting to step in front of a brandnew course, especially if said course consists of 47 people. (Yes, that’s right. 47. At other places that’s considered a lecture.)
The other bad thing about this course is that it starts with a geography lesson. Now, don’t get me wrong: there are maps I actually adore. Like my printed-out-and-glued-together Greenwood’s Map of London from 1827. Very lovely map this. But dangle a LARGE map from a blackboard and put me in front of it and I’m totally, irrevocably lost. Especially after stepping away from that blasted thing for a moment. Next thing I knew was me searching for the stupid Cambrian Mountains in central Wales — and they had disappeared! No mountains on the map.
Until somebody shouted from the back: “Wrong island!”
HOW EMBARRASSING IS THAT?????
It’s not as if I couldn’t normally distinguish between Wales and Ireland, oh no! (After all, I lived in the latter for eight wet, stormy months, thank you very much!) But standing in front of that map … well, everything just sort of blurred to one big blob of land. I’ve always hated those big maps. Now you know why.