…and slouching slowly towards Christmas. Actually I’ve had a really enjoyable term and although I don’t really feel I can stop yet (MA essay to write, book to edit…) there’s always both relief and a slight sadness when a course ends. Today a couple of Erasmus students from Germany called by my office to say goodbye as they return home soon. They’ve been a richly valuable addition to my Women’s Writing course. And tonight was the final teaching session on The Victorian Vision, and hence the very final final class for one of the students who finishes her degree mid-year. She said before everyone else came in that she felt “quite emotional” and said at the end that she had very much enjoyed my classes. I’m looking forward to reading her dissertation on late Victorian poet Amy Levy in the new year.
There’s been a reasonably strong sense of community in my Victorian Vision class. This is partly because it is Year 3 and friendships are well formed but I hope the Victorian Vision Online has added to this. This cohort has undoubtedly been the best ever in terms of their use of the general forum space that they named The What the Dickens?! There have been regular postings on this throughout the past twelve weeks on everything from Jim Carrey’s new A Christmas Carol movie to geeky (but no doubt very trendy) online cartoons about the Victorians, to lots of links to dreadful/fantastic (delete as appropriate) Victorian kitsch. I’m pleased it’s developed a life of its own.
We’ve also had a caption competition. Here’s the image to which the students are invited to add a caption:
The class were given a week to come up with captions and there were 14 entries. Previously I’ve chosen the winner, but I realise that they should be the ones to make the vote, so this year I used The What the Dickens?! to distribute all the captions once they were in and they voted by emailing me their choice. The winner and runner up were both actually by the same person, so an outright winner there:
“Ever the stoic Victorian gentleman, Roger refuses to acknowledge that his feet are on fire”.
“The Suffragist letter-bomb campaign gets off to a bad start when Maud realises she’s forgotten the gunpowder”.
Third place would go to: She: “Father! The publisher — they’ve accepted my novel Wuthering Heights! But I’m so terribly worried they’ll find out I’m a woman. What should I do?” He: “Oh, I think it’ll be fine … There’s no way a woman could produce work of such quality!”