It is a forty week school year this year, with four terms of exactly ten weeks. First week over means 39 weeks to go until summer 2014 long vacation! Yes, we are counting.
Minerva and I also handle book hire, so we have to loan out all textbooks to just under one thousand students. We have the process down now that we can get a class of 28 students through the doors, and as long as they have some form of ID (they also can’t locate their school IDs after the holidays!) and no computer issues arise, through the borrowing process in 7 minutes! The entire class! We are lean, mean loaning machines!
We have been booking in four classes per period, and then there are massive amounts of password resets that we perform during break periods for all those students who can’t remember their passwords. I told one yesterday that he was obviously not going to ever know when his Alzheimer’s sets in as he is not doing well now at the age of 16! So reassured, oldies, it is not only you that can’t remember all your passwords!
We tell them, and even help them to set secret questions so that they don’t have to come to us to reset, but they are lazy. Another suggestion I make is to have a sentence, such as My Favourite Colour is Blue and use the letters MFCB as their password, but they are too lazy again.
In all, it means Minerva and I have been shovelling food into our mouths between class movements, and sprinting for the loo when nature can no longer be denied. Another week and it should settle down. Should.
I was annoyed that I finished the week with a eye infection, well more of an eye socket infection, a hazard with artificial eyes. I tried to make a doctor’s appointment after school on Friday, but that latest I could obtain was 1.30 so it meant leaving Minerva to handle lunch at the circulation desk, and processing books in the last period alone. She was understanding, especially as I was starting to look like Frankenstien’s reject as my eye lids started to swell, but I still feel guilty. I can’t bake her muffins or give her chocolates as she is on a diet (and has lost about 20kgs using a home delivery diet service and walking).
I hate guilt. Surely I should feel that my sincere apology, and the fact that both eye infection and doctor’s schedule are out of my control, is enough, but still the familiar feelings of guilt and letting someone down make me feel evil. Damn guilt, damn that catholic upbringing!