First of all, quite seriously, I have a question for you: Say you happen to be attending a lunch provided by the English department for its Honours students and staff. When you and your two friends arrive, there are two of your fellow students sitting in the middle seats of a long table. Do you:
(a) sit next to them,
(b) sit at one end of the table, or
(c) sit at the other end of the table?
If you answered b or c ... um, okay, then I will stop my ranting, because that's just what the people I want to complain about did. But seriously? Is that not rude? (Honestly, I'm asking.)
Anyway, other things I experienced at yesterday's lunch:
Professors really do discuss such pretentious things as the opera, the latest reviews they've submitted, and what journal articles they've read recently.
I'm not sure which is worse: me, being mistaken for an idiot kid, or my classmate, being mistaken for a lecturer that had been hiding all year.
The hilarity of a plan largely depends on the number of glasses of (free, so really, shut up, me) wine its beholder has enjoyed. (It's ok, they all stopped soon after ... and went back to marking essays.)
Everyone has Facebook, even the oldest of lecturers. No-one claims to actually use it, however.
I discovered why a university located in the south of Adelaide and populated with, you know, uni students has a fancy brunchy restaurant - so the now-postgrad students and their lecturers can pretend to be above everyone else all together.
Some people are just much better at being sociable. It's a gift and not everyone has it.
Well, I waited til today to write this, and apparently being back at uni makes me very bitter about things. Whoda thought?