Stand off
When I was in college I lived in a house that I shared with a couple other guys. They were not what you would call "neat freaks." You see we had an inordinate quantity of dishes, cutlery and such. I think we were the first of our generation to leave the homes, so we had all the hand-me-down stuff. One could go weeks without needing to reuse the same dish or spoon. So dishes were frequently left in the sink, and a game started that was basically "who can hold out the longer before washing dishes." It was not a game I liked to play, it was a game I always lost. I just don't have the patience to win for the principle. And I was afraid of botulism. I am still pretty quick to get dishes into the washing machine, and out once clean.
So this semester, like last, I am teaching the LIS class Philosophy and Film. In this class we watch ten or so movies. I once asked about getting the school to buy the films, oh those halcyon days of youth. Of course, the school purchasing system invovles a thousand page requisition form which eventually ends up in the trash. So I ended up buying them myself. This semester had to replace two I lent to students which they forgot to return, plus a couple newer films to add to the course. Then I discovered, the school has "lost" all but one of its DVD players. So all users, from students, teachers, clubs, etc.. get to fight over the one DVD Player. I met with every department, the library, the procurement office, the physical plant; you name it, I pleaded with it. I was so frustrated yesterday I cancelled class because every attempt failed, and I just was not up to trying to improvise a "no film day" class from stratch. And if you know anything about my teaching, you know I rarely cancel a class (even when sick).
Yesterday my sneakers split open, today some pants revealed a hole in the butt. So I went to Target to get those, and discovered tiny DVD players on sale for $35. So, once again, I lose. I just don't have the patience to fight the bureaucracy and the poverty of my school. I guess I can write it off.
4 Comments:
"When I was in college I lived in a house that I shared with a couple other guys. They were not what you would call "neat freaks.""
Wasn't me! Sounds like you are talking about those Death Trap guys... ;P
Yes, I was thinking of the Death Trap. But, there were moments at the Keep as well. Probably after you left.
Geez. You might as well be an elementary school teacher for all of the supplies you have to buy. Sheesh.
In Game Theory they call that one "Chicken".
-Karen
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