I love my students

Loves ’em, I do. Please take a moment to have a look at some of their blogs, which are listed on the right hand side of my blog under BCU Life Writing. They are writing them as part of the practise which they are doing for the Life Writing course I’m currently teaching at Birmingham City University. Send them your love and clicks…

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~ by Ian Marchant on February 23, 2010.

19 Responses to “I love my students”

  1. And we all, seemingly without exception, love you back. All it needs now is for you to take us on an inspiring trip somewhere, and maybe get killed in the process, and we’re a teary Hollywood film. How exciting.

  2. Excellent idea. where shall we go?

  3. It’s not where we go that’s important. It’s how we get there; it’s the lessons you teach us; it’s the unjust, tearful and protracted manner of your death; it’s the way we all rally round together and cope afterwards, using your wisdom to guide us. I realise there’s a minor downside for you in this plan, but I think it would make a great story for the rest of us. And you did say you wanted to help us become writers.

  4. Michael you’re evil with a capital E.

  5. Er… does it have to be MY death? Surely we could find somebody else…

  6. I guess this means that the Creative Writing field trip has just been postponed indefinitely.

  7. No, I’m still happy for the field trip to go ahead, so long my death isn’t a necessary condition. Would spraining my ankle do?

  8. I suppose you just need to be incapacitated… In some way unable to complete the trip, at any rate, thus forcing us to grow as people and act on our own initiative.

    On second thoughts, let’s all just go down to the pub for a beer. Beer is a journey in itself.

  9. Could I become incapacitated on beer? Might that be a useful compromise?

  10. Deal. Do you think you could put a round on expenses?

  11. Smells like something conspiratorial. Using the camera obscura.

  12. I’ll run it past ‘Lord’ Mandelson…

  13. I love my label,
    And my label loves me…
    It’s quite bone-shivering, the tunes that a blog title can remind me of. It’s almost like walking into a stranger’s house and smelling something that reminds you of an ex-girlfriend’s underwear. Almost Ian, almost.

  14. Links Graham. Links! Oh, do I have to do everything myself…

  15. That’s the fellow. High hopes indeed. You’re about thirty years in advance of me when it comes to doing these technological things. Like Donald Sutherland said in Kelly’s Heroes, ‘I only drive it. I don’t know how it works.’ Or something like that.
    Nick Lowe’s very grey now, just like I’ve become.

  16. Do you love us enough to give us all firsts ? Hehe

  17. No. I love you with what Zen Buddhists call ‘grandmotherly kindness.’

  18. Ahhh thank you Grandma Ian!

  19. And Zen Buddhist Grandmothers, however kindly they may be, don’t give Christmas presents. Remember that in November, children.

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