The Invigilator: A fearless man who enforces the law of silence and clamps down on copying with an iron fist.
That was me on Friday. It’s hard to fill 2 hours of invigilating – an already boring job was made worse by a 5am start and memories of fun waves from the morning. I tried my hand at counting minutes without watching a clock (good for my guitar timing, tap the foot twice per second) but (shockingly) lost interest after I was successful a couple of times. I then tried to think up some scenarios in which it might be a useful skill – if I was kidnapped, for example, and needed to tell someone how long I had been held hostage. How the mind wanders, eh?
It was then that I noticed a funny thing. The human brain picks up changes in a scene quite well, so each time a student looked up, my eyes would flick to the movement. As a student, I would find it a little disconcerting if, every time I looked up, the Invigilator was looking back at me. I eventually decided to try to ignore the head movements, until one particularly persistent head-nodder alerted me to the fact that I was standing in the way of them being able to see the information on the whiteboard. Oops.
Having just re-read the above, I guess you’re wondering why I bothered posting it. I’m in the middle of marking the stack of exams and my mind is numb, so doing something else is a kind of therapy. The fact that I was woken up at 3:37 by Tom to go for a wave doesn’t help – friends don’t get friends up 2 hours before the agreed wake-up time!
Anyway, I am slowly wading my way out of the mire of work I plunged into a few weeks back, and hopefully will be able to return to bringing you the bland photos and drivel wonderful content you expect here on a more regular basis!