A week ago we (or at least OH, Milady, possibly apot, and myself) were lamenting the faggy training sessions universities like to put their grad students on, with their incredibly patronizing titles worthy of failblog.org (eg. 'How to write an essay': a training seminar for PhD students).
Well, it won't stop when we become lecturers. In fact, it'll get worse. My boyfriend has just had to attend a whole morning session about how to 'proactively observe your colleagues' teaching practices' (read: how to shop your colleagues to management for being **** teachers so they can have their pay docked and you can score brownie points). Anyway. His email to me just now:
Use the card/paper given to you and compose a short "pen picture" of a "challenging feedback situation."'
We turn up for this training session whatever and within a minute we are being broken up into groups for 'role play' and 'discussion'. Just *tell us what we need to know so we can leave*.
This is a guy who refuses to break up his first years into little discussion groups because he feels it patronizes them, and there he is playing pictionary in his brainstorm group for some jobsworth who probably doesn't even have 5 A* - Cs.
And this was off the back of a website design session they made him attend, where the class (of lecturers and professors) were spoken to as if they had learning difficulties for a whole day.
God I hate New Labour.