Professing knowledge I don't possess.
Nov. 30th, 2006 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againWith S not here to proof-read A's work this year, she's started coming to me more often to read through her coursework and such. Which is fine because English is her second language and I have no problem correcting language and grammar problems for her, most of which are minor anyway because she speaks English really well. However, with a coursework a week or so back she was asking me to explain stuff and a lot of it was UK-specific knowledge and common sense, so I could, quite easily.
Only I think it gave her the idea that I know something about business because when she asks me to read through stuff now, she's also asking me to check whether her answer matches the question and whether she's explained this right and how to describe that. Most of which leaves me sitting there going O_O because it's coursework for a third year business degree and I'm an English student. See it going waaaaay over my head here. I do really want to help because she works *so* hard but at the same time I'm worried that, if I try to understand it, I'll only end up advising something that's wrong and it'll lose her marks.
I miss S. She's coming up overnight next weekend and I may tie her ankles to the kitchen table to keep her here. Stupid work placements.
Other news; new journal. Because it's December in a minute and really, that's not autumn anymore. However, UK winters aren't exactly pretty shades of blue and white either so I'm not sure how long this'll last. Might have to redesign the whole thing in shades of grey. And rain colour. Is there a rain colour? There should be; we have so much of it over here. I'm surprised we're not like Eskimos with their hundreds of words for snow, only for us it'd be rain. "Now children, this is what we call torrential rain, this is drizzle, this is a greasy wetness, this is..."
Oh alright. I'll just go crawl out my igloo and dig my fishing hole in the ice.
Only I think it gave her the idea that I know something about business because when she asks me to read through stuff now, she's also asking me to check whether her answer matches the question and whether she's explained this right and how to describe that. Most of which leaves me sitting there going O_O because it's coursework for a third year business degree and I'm an English student. See it going waaaaay over my head here. I do really want to help because she works *so* hard but at the same time I'm worried that, if I try to understand it, I'll only end up advising something that's wrong and it'll lose her marks.
I miss S. She's coming up overnight next weekend and I may tie her ankles to the kitchen table to keep her here. Stupid work placements.
Other news; new journal. Because it's December in a minute and really, that's not autumn anymore. However, UK winters aren't exactly pretty shades of blue and white either so I'm not sure how long this'll last. Might have to redesign the whole thing in shades of grey. And rain colour. Is there a rain colour? There should be; we have so much of it over here. I'm surprised we're not like Eskimos with their hundreds of words for snow, only for us it'd be rain. "Now children, this is what we call torrential rain, this is drizzle, this is a greasy wetness, this is..."
Oh alright. I'll just go crawl out my igloo and dig my fishing hole in the ice.
