30 Minutes

"About 30 minutes" said The Student at around lunchtime today. That's how long he reckoned it would take for him to deliver his work to us. And that's how long it would've taken a normal person. It was finished at 4.45pm.

Now I spent most of the morning helping him to properly finish what he should've completed yesterday. And he moaned all the way thro' it. I think he was expecting me to do it for him and begrudged the fact that he had to do it. It's a bit like telling someone to get all the broken glass out of their shoes before they put them on. And they moan at you 'cos you're telling them that there's still loads more in there but they want to put their shoes on anyhow. And I was still at work for a good 2 hours after he left today, kludging what he was supposed to finish.

Ah but he does make me laugh. Mostly when I look back however. But that's good tho', right? And he made others laugh today too. He knocked over a pile of boxes today. And they kept falling over on him after he piled them back again. He was standing next to them, holding a conversation with us and trying to inconspicuously nudge up against them, hoping they'd stay up and that we wouldn't notice. He also smashed a fluorescent bulb reaching for a golf club. A driver I think. Don't ask. It was funny tho'.

Now you might think I'm being a bit tough on him. Maybe I am at times. But this is my therapy. And it makes me feel better. So thanks to The Student.