Awwwwwful, I can't bear to watch myself. I hate being watched. I find it almost vomit worthy actually. I'm actually wondering whether this is a serious defect within myself. I think it is linked to my confidence or lack thereof, but also the contrived falseness of the situation. What I record and what the lecturers see is NOT what I am like when I am with a client. I know this is a very important thing to do in my profession; observation and critical reflection, but really I'm not sure I will ever be able to be comfortable.
Oh anyway, it was only worth 20 per cent! Anyway onto brighter news. I've finished work for this semester! I still have to continue working however, but this time it is all on my honours from now on. Next week I have to present an hour long lecture to interested parties
Family news - James got an incredibly favourable teaching review back, saying that his calm and soothing style had engaged the children well. Above all he was a kick-arse teacher* Jude is a social butterfly, he had us dragged around to 2 parties over the weekend, there is one this friday and today there were another two invites in his pigeon hole at Kinder. Sheesh kid, not so popular alright, we can't afford all of these presents! Noah-Boah is recovering from some hideous cold which turned secondary and for his illustrous efforts in being unwell, was rewarded with his first prescription of antibiotics. Poor little Boah.
House news - we had the inspection, was told to expect up to a $20 per week rental increase (going up to market rate would have seen this place going up by about $100 a week, and $20 is stretching it a bit for us). We nervously awaited to hear from the real estate about whether we would be offered a new lease...and today we DID! WOOHOOO! One less stress to worry about, we are so chuffed because we adore this area and would be devestated if we had to move. And we only have 4 months of paying higher rent before we graduate and earn income!!
Bogan mobil news - yesterday the brakes failed, yes they bloody well failed! Luckily James was only reversing the car from our house, so there were no children in the car and he was able to safely bring it to a stop. C'mon bogin mobil, get us over the line! Remind me to upload some photos of the state that our bogin mobil is in and see why Jude complains about the stinky old car that he is forced to be a passenger in! Well Jude back in the good old days when you were a baby, we didn't even HAVE a car. In fact we brought you home from hospital by catching a TRAM! HA!
Gymming news - not getting there as much as I would like, but still managing to reduce. I have no idea why. I am still eating chocolate but my new tactic is to eat only dark chocolate as I eat less. Tonight I had some 70 per cent stuff and I only managed to consume a tiny square! This might be the new trick.
Wow, big update and lots of news there. Best be off, I'm doing *stuff* with photos.
* may not have said this in so many words, but the intent was there I'm sure ;) .
2 comments:
Many moons ago (back in my psych uni days) I had to record an interview with an elderly person. A friend of mine was working at a nursing home at the time and set me up with a lovely lady to interview.
Procrastination being my best friend, I left it to the last minute to do the interview. Molly was a dear sweet lady, she was about 90 from memory and happy to tell me her life story.
I set up and started to ask her questions...
"Pardon Dear? You'll have to speak up."
Turns out there was one thing my friend had forgotten to tell me...Molly was stone cold deaf! I literally had to yell right in her face for her to hear me!
There was no time to set up an interview with another subject. The whole interview shows me yelling every question at poor Molly, at times having to almost scream at her!
I was so embarrassed but I had to hand it in! I got a decent mark for it though, my tutor said I did well to keep the interview on track and not show my frustrations lol.
I will forever more avoid any subjects that require me to record an interview with people!!
Thanks for your comment Donna, glad to see that I am not alone.
The interviews that I am expected to present consist of me choosing one of a few scenarios and then asking someone that I know to pretend. So two years ago my husband played a little refugee girl of primary school age who was being bullied (yes picture that). On sunday he became a widowed mother of an "uncontrollable girl" who was desp and wanted her removed from her care. During the recording Noah coughed an spluttered throughout and at the end, Jude got out of bed and was violently ill. They sure chose their moments well. But the part I most hate, is sitting down and watching it all while you critique your own performance. YUK! I am so glad that it is all over!
Now, onto my research.
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