2008 is turning out to be quite the year.

I’m loving myself sick in the lecturing job. Over 150 students at the edge of their seat, hanging on to every word I say. It’s bloody marvellous. I can even bore them to tears and they still won’t move. They just sit there, writing notes and crying quietly. Ah the power.

Actually I’ve been told by some students that I’m quite all right at this gig. I manage to get a few laughs out of them from time to time, and I offer them treats like YouTube videos and magazine advertisements with partial nudity. Bread and circuses. A couple have told me they like my lecturing style, that they don’t zone out like in other lectures.

And for most of them I believe that’s quite a feat. Over a hundred of them are PR students, whose university day begins with lectures at 930am, and doesn’t not finish until after 6pm. So they have two hours of listening to my voice right in the middle of the day. I have seen some doze off, but I can’t blame them. Many of my old uni friends would call me a hypocrite if I ever complained about it. I used to be quite famous for not only regularly falling into slumber during Church History or Theological Reflections on Ministry, but for letting everyone know what I was dreaming about at the time.

If anyone’s interested in seeing some of the entertaining and informative PPT slides I use in my lectures, I can post them. I won’t bother with it unless there are takers. I can even add some notes if you’d like to make sense of them.