End of Semester musings
Well, it's, what, two months since my last soapbox rant here? I've done better. I've done worse. Oh well.
We just finished our lab time for the semester. No more lazy, self-centered, know-it-all students who are required to be there. Well, none that aren't being paid a pittance for being there. This semester's crop of students were particularly average at best. Second semester always seems to be lazier or less motivated, less caring, than first. Maybe it's spring fever. Sure, we had some standouts, but for the most part, it was a very mediocre crop. I've also gotten closer to some of my assistants. I've gone out for beers with a couple, and was told about a pool on whether or not I'd be sleeping with the one senior this semester. Hmm. Interesting concept. Not sure I'd be unamenable to the concept, though I'm fully aware of how wrong it would be on so many levels. She's very average looking, better than average smart, less than average people management skills, and better than average design ability. We've gotten close. Well, close enough to start the speculation mill, I guess. Now, I'm not sure if I want to tell her how close I've talked myself into actually letting it happen. The hitch is that she has one more semester left. December graduate. If it's difficult trying to get her to do simple, more menial, jobs that are part of lighting now, I figure it'll be almost impossible to get her to do them if we're sleeping together. She's more the type to assume entitlement, rather than curry favor. And the potential loss of respect of the other assistants to consider. Hmm hadn't considered that part before. (see?? this writing about it has it's advantages) We'll see what develops. Still, I guess it's a stroke to my ego that they'd even consider it an option. I'm long since past seeing myself as somebody to sleep with to get ahead. Of course, I've never been in a position to BE the person to sleep with to get ahead.
I've always wondered how I'd handle if a student approached me with a blatant proposal. I figure that I'd find a way out of it. There are no secrets in Theatre, after all. It came close this semester. One of the cute actresses needed one more hour to get her mid-term bonus (If they do half their hours by mid-term, they get a 10 point, 5 hour equivalent, bonus on their time; needing 45 instead of 50). She came in asking if there were any way to get the hour in that day. It so happened that I had some work in the other building, that wouldn't take long, so I told her that, and asked if she could stay late. For a low budget porn flick plotline, it was perfect. Her offer wouldn't have been serious, and my finding work for us alone in another building, after hours, too convenient. But in reality, we worked for about 40 minutes, and she got her bonus (and not the way I'd been running it in my head; yes, my brain runs a continuous low budget porn flick plotline.). She was a one of the good ones, one of the more serious students, and got her hours in early on. She even made a point of coming in and thanking me for a fun semester when her hours were done (she'd finished on the weekend I was away). It's always special when I get a personal thank-you from a student. Each year, I've gotten one thank you card from some student. It's a reminder of what I'm really doing for these kids, how much an impact I'm having. Now, if only I could work sex in, and keep the respectability thing going...
We just finished our lab time for the semester. No more lazy, self-centered, know-it-all students who are required to be there. Well, none that aren't being paid a pittance for being there. This semester's crop of students were particularly average at best. Second semester always seems to be lazier or less motivated, less caring, than first. Maybe it's spring fever. Sure, we had some standouts, but for the most part, it was a very mediocre crop. I've also gotten closer to some of my assistants. I've gone out for beers with a couple, and was told about a pool on whether or not I'd be sleeping with the one senior this semester. Hmm. Interesting concept. Not sure I'd be unamenable to the concept, though I'm fully aware of how wrong it would be on so many levels. She's very average looking, better than average smart, less than average people management skills, and better than average design ability. We've gotten close. Well, close enough to start the speculation mill, I guess. Now, I'm not sure if I want to tell her how close I've talked myself into actually letting it happen. The hitch is that she has one more semester left. December graduate. If it's difficult trying to get her to do simple, more menial, jobs that are part of lighting now, I figure it'll be almost impossible to get her to do them if we're sleeping together. She's more the type to assume entitlement, rather than curry favor. And the potential loss of respect of the other assistants to consider. Hmm hadn't considered that part before. (see?? this writing about it has it's advantages) We'll see what develops. Still, I guess it's a stroke to my ego that they'd even consider it an option. I'm long since past seeing myself as somebody to sleep with to get ahead. Of course, I've never been in a position to BE the person to sleep with to get ahead.
I've always wondered how I'd handle if a student approached me with a blatant proposal. I figure that I'd find a way out of it. There are no secrets in Theatre, after all. It came close this semester. One of the cute actresses needed one more hour to get her mid-term bonus (If they do half their hours by mid-term, they get a 10 point, 5 hour equivalent, bonus on their time; needing 45 instead of 50). She came in asking if there were any way to get the hour in that day. It so happened that I had some work in the other building, that wouldn't take long, so I told her that, and asked if she could stay late. For a low budget porn flick plotline, it was perfect. Her offer wouldn't have been serious, and my finding work for us alone in another building, after hours, too convenient. But in reality, we worked for about 40 minutes, and she got her bonus (and not the way I'd been running it in my head; yes, my brain runs a continuous low budget porn flick plotline.). She was a one of the good ones, one of the more serious students, and got her hours in early on. She even made a point of coming in and thanking me for a fun semester when her hours were done (she'd finished on the weekend I was away). It's always special when I get a personal thank-you from a student. Each year, I've gotten one thank you card from some student. It's a reminder of what I'm really doing for these kids, how much an impact I'm having. Now, if only I could work sex in, and keep the respectability thing going...
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