Why did I open the cereal packet upside down? An act of subversion, perhaps. 8.00 am: A communion. Prayer sometimes comes like rain in the desert: faintly felt, one drop at a time, and with long intervals in between. 9.00 am: First year feedback tutorials began. While waiting for a call to the studios, I pressed on with admin and marking.
I continued assessing the Vocational Practice one-to-one tutorial experience reports: ‘A good tutorial is predicated upon an encounter between a good tutor and a good tutee.’ 12.00 pm: An interview with an applicant for the MA Fine Art scheme.
There’re moments and phenomena that gesture towards the miraculous:
In between papers, I trooped upstairs and downstairs to oversee the rabble. This morning proceedings were on a slower burn than the last. An urgency may return after lunch. Panic is always productive.
2.00 pm: The pace picked up. A spirit of conspicuous busyness prevailed. I was hailed like a taxi by one student after another to give advice, assist in hanging, and point them in the direction of resources that I didn’t have. The sun punished the ceiling lights, heating up the studios like a greenhouse. I took in cold water to keep hydrated. Hard work and excited anticipation were hand in hand. It was a lovely atmosphere.
5.15 pm: Hollowed out, I walked homeward:
A crisis befell the wider family today. Plans and determinations were conceived and put into action. I’ll be running solo for the next few weeks. The evening’s affairs were an untidy mesh of necessary work and preparations.