According to the poem, the young Mazeppa has a love affair with a Polish Countess, Theresa, while serving as a page at the Court of King John II Casimir Vasa. Countess Theresa was married to a much older Count. On discovering the affair, the Count punishes Mazeppa by tying him naked to a wild horse and setting the horse loose. The bulk of the poem describes the traumatic journey of the hero strapped to the horse.
Aged about 14, I once obtained a history question paper before the exam and swotted up like mad, and still failed.
I now feel I know you better than I did.Aged about 14, I once obtained a history question paper before the exam and swotted up like mad, and still failed.
I now feel I know you better than I did.
Yeah , I had a teacher liked that. Git he was.
What I now think happened is that the teacher somehow knew I'd blagged it and failed me to teach me a lesson.
It's not as if I was likely to challenge her!
I'm hoping it's Sugar Free Gummies. A really big bag of those.Talking about things like that I have a pupil about to sit a test. The agreement is that if they score 100% I buy them a packet of Haribo. If they score less than 80% they buy me a packet of Haribo. I will be the one marking the test...
I think this might count as a great act of stupidity. Ah yes concrete barriers and big signs saying the road's closed. Oh it'll probably be alright though?? You can sense the exasperation of the police. Especially as now two cars have ended up in the nice big car-size holes. You'd think word might have got round after the first time.
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news...a-sinkhole-devours-cars-despite-warning-signs
Yep. I watched an interview with a veteran who was 17 at the time and in the Coast Guard. He was part of the crew on landing crafts on D Day. He had to make 15 trips to the beach and watched as troops were slaughtered as soon as the door was opened(his job). Held the hand of those who were dying, pushed bodies off the door so he could close it for return trips, and returned the wounded to hospital ships. Made him cry 75 years later when he talked about it. He couldn't come to terms with the fact that he had survived.Young adults in 1944:
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When the Chess broke its banks a few years ago in Chesham Vale, the water reverted back to the course of the original riverbed. Unfortunately a road had been built over it in the meantime. It was amazing how much tarmac and ballast can be removed by a steady stream of water over 3-4 days and the pot-holes looked capable of swallowing a car. I was driving very carefully along this road for 3/4 mile with my Mum with mounting disbelief, until we finally reached the end at Chesham. That's where we saw the Road Closed signs and other cautionary notices. Would have been of greater help if they had placed signs at both ends of the lane.I think this might count as a great act of stupidity. Ah yes concrete barriers and big signs saying the road's closed. Oh it'll probably be alright though??
Oh come on that would require a level of common sense and organisation which the Highways Agency, Environment Agency, Local Authorities etc apparently don't possess. Flood warnings on the main road near me are usually positioned so they end up in the exact middle of the flood water.Would have been of greater help if they had placed signs at both ends of the lane.
When we had the recent heavy rain a couple of weeks back I saw one 'flood' sign at the start of a dual-carriageway which goes uphill. There was no flood there, and clearly no place that a flood could exist.Oh come on that would require a level of common sense and organisation which the Highways Agency, Environment Agency, Local Authorities etc apparently don't possess. Flood warnings on the main road near me are usually positioned so they end up in the exact middle of the flood water.
I had a mate who was on University Challenge in the late 70s, I think it was. She said they were shown the questions but not far ahead of time, just before they filmed, I guess. These days you'd get on your phone and find the answers so I doubt they do that now.Aged about 14, I once obtained a history question paper before the exam and swotted up like mad, and still failed.
What you need there is not the River Chess but the Chess Navigation.When the Chess broke its banks a few years ago in Chesham Vale, the water reverted back to the course of the original riverbed. Unfortunately a road had been built over it in the meantime. It was amazing how much tarmac and ballast can be removed by a steady stream of water over 3-4 days and the pot-holes looked capable of swallowing a car. I was driving very carefully along this road for 3/4 mile with my Mum with mounting disbelief, until we finally reached the end at Chesham. That's where we saw the Road Closed signs and other cautionary notices. Would have been of greater help if they had placed signs at both ends of the lane.
That's tough, Goat in the Mackintosh.I had a mate who was on University Challenge in the late 70s, I think it was. She said they were shown the questions but not far ahead of time, just before they filmed, I guess. These days you'd get on your phone and find the answers so I doubt they do that now.
My cousin was a professor of some science subject, and as a side gig marked A level papers. And the year I took my A levels, think it was the summer after I'd done them so was waiting for results, told him I'd been so rubbish at Geography it wouldn't surprise me if I failed and got an unclassified. Cousin says: "Ah no, that's not likely - to get a U, you'd have to be so thick you couldn't even spell your name right at the top of the papers..."
Guess who got a U..?
I had a teacher secondary school 'two' who told me I was spelling my own surname incorrectly. There followed a frank exchange of views on the subject...I had a mate who was on University Challenge in the late 70s, I think it was. She said they were shown the questions but not far ahead of time, just before they filmed, I guess. These days you'd get on your phone and find the answers so I doubt they do that now.
My cousin was a professor of some science subject, and as a side gig marked A level papers. And the year I took my A levels, think it was the summer after I'd done them so was waiting for results, told him I'd been so rubbish at Geography it wouldn't surprise me if I failed and got an unclassified. Cousin says: "Ah no, that's not likely - to get a U, you'd have to be so thick you couldn't even spell your name right at the top of the papers..."
Guess who got a U..?
I have a middle name that begins with the same letter as my surname, so at the top of maths homework I'd write "first name, initial middle name, surname" and the horrible maths teacher once wrote under it (taking a dig at my teenage pretension, no doubt), "Do you st...stutter?"I had a teacher secondary school 'two' who told me I was spelling my own surname incorrectly. There followed a frank exchange of views on the subject...
Perhaps you drove over the car of the person assigned to put the signs at the other end, said person's vehicle having occupied one of those holes?When the Chess broke its banks a few years ago in Chesham Vale, the water reverted back to the course of the original riverbed. Unfortunately a road had been built over it in the meantime. It was amazing how much tarmac and ballast can be removed by a steady stream of water over 3-4 days and the pot-holes looked capable of swallowing a car. I was driving very carefully along this road for 3/4 mile with my Mum with mounting disbelief, until we finally reached the end at Chesham. That's where we saw the Road Closed signs and other cautionary notices. Would have been of greater help if they had placed signs at both ends of the lane.
I truly deserved it though.Yeah , I had a teacher liked that. Git he was.
Hm, but I've definitely done stuff and know a small voice in my head was going "Er...mate? Really?....."Some philosophical thoughts on being wrong:
But before we can plunge into the experience of being wrong, we must pause to make an important if somewhat perverse point: there is no experience of being wrong. There is an experience of realizing that we are wrong, of course. In fact, there is a stunning diversity of such experiences. As we’ll see in the pages to come, recognizing our mistakes can be shocking, confusing, funny, embarrassing, traumatic, pleasurable, illuminating, and life-altering, sometimes for ill and sometimes for good. But by definition, there can’t be any particular feeling associated with simply being wrong. Indeed, the whole reason it’s possible to be wrong is that, while it is happening, you are oblivious to it. When you are simply going about your business in a state you will later decide was delusional, you have no idea of it whatsoever. You are like the coyote in the Road Runner cartoons, after he has gone off the cliff but before he has looked down. Literally in his case and figuratively in yours, you are already in trouble when you feel like you’re still on solid ground. So I should revise myself: it does feel like something to be wrong. It feels like being right.
From:
Being Wrong: Adventures in the Margin of Error
Kathryn Schulz
Yup, then it's 'Get thee behind me, Dickhead!' and the deed is done.Hm, but I've definitely done stuff and know a small voice in my head was going "Er...mate? Really?....."
Well, there's also the thing where you don't really know WHY something feels wrong, you check to see, and... get nothing, so you go ahead anyways since you're not sure what felt "off". and maybe figure it out later... maybe.Hm, but I've definitely done stuff and know a small voice in my head was going "Er...mate? Really?....."