Curses on helpful A-level booklets.

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When we were studying Shakespeare at A-level, my English tutor who may possibly be the best teacher *ever*, printed, photocopied and wrote all kinds of background info and books and webpages which he got bound into booklets for us. Brought mine with me for this year figuring it might be helpful and it is, hugely so.

Only, he probably never expected us to be referencing it in university-level English essays and so didn't include all the book and author names with each photocopy. The webpage printouts are fantastic; the web addresses are right there at the bottom of each page and I've found one book through searching the title at the top of the page but one, the really useful one... nope, no title, no author, no clue. It's very, very, very annoying.

Of course, he did give us his phone number in case of exam revision emergencies and I, somehow, happen to still have it saved on my phone. It was only what, coming up to three years ago? It's entirely possible that it's still the same one.

... I'd be more tempted if I didn't suspect that, on re-introducing myself, there'd be a long pause and then "... Who?"

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[make-a-move.livejournal.com]

Or he might have been secretly pining for you for the past three years, yearing to read your gorgeous prose again. Hee.

...and I thought you weren't meant to come on LJ today?

[clo.livejournal.com]

*grins* Maybe so, though if he does remember me I think it'll be more as the person who was always happy to argue with him over utterly pointless things (squirrels, icebergs, coffee... looking back, we didn't actually do a lot of *English* in that class.)

I know. *shame* But I'm doing my online research today and LJ's just a mouse click away. It's too tempting.

[make-a-move.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a fun English class!

LJ is like a siren, in a way. Calling you onto the rocks... I should be doing my Creative Writing thing because I want to go and watch the football at five o'clock in Fylde, but LJ is so tempting...

[clo.livejournal.com]

The best. ^_^ When I'm ninety, I'll still be looking back and going "That was the best class ever."

LJ is the super evil overlord of sirens. Nothing can resist it. I'm not even considering doing my Creative writing this week. *shame* But... everything else takes second place to The Essay of Doom.

Well. Except LJ. ^_^

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I think like that about my English A Level class. My teacher, Mr. Foster, and I got on like a house on fire. We had the same tastes in music, films, tv, and the same sense of humour, that sort of thing and we'd talk about it in class while everyone else wouldn't have a clue what we were going on about because they'd never heard of whatever we were discussing! He was my 6th Form tutor as well, so during registration and things we'd be nattering on.

Even when there's nothign going on on LJ, and your flist isn't being updated, you can still always find something to do on it.

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Teachers like that are the awesomest of awesome things. ^_^ Ours got on with our entire class (they took him off us at AS-level and we sent letters and a petition to the Principal. And then we made the teacher who replaced him quit. Um. We were lovely really though. Honest.) He recommended Jasper Fforde's books to me and when I went to his book signing back in first year, all I could think of to say was "My English teacher will be so jealous that I got to meet you." Only having 'dork' tattoed on my forehead could've made it worse.

Exactly. Icons, replying to that comment you forgot eight months ago, reading recs, other people's comments... it's an endless source of distraction. Must close window now. Argh. x_x