|Our home at Stirling University|
|Signboard outside restaurant in Stirling, we ate elsewhere!|
The following morning there was a big meeting to tell everyone what was happening. I didn't go to the meeting, but I doubt that it was a happy event. Students were told that the Non EU tutors had to leave the country ( fly to Dublin) and re-enter with new visas or some such folderol and that people had the choice of taking the class of their choice of getting a full refund. Well, that created a more than mild pandemonium. Again, I was not effected as I had a Fair Isle Knitting class with Liz Lovick . Many folks took the option to take an existing class, despite the fact that most of the classes were already fully booked. Classrooms were too small to fit extra students. Tutors did not have enough materials or handouts, tempers flared. As a matter of fact NONE of the handouts had been prepared by the administration of camp for any classes, despite the fact that tutors had sent the prepared handouts and patterns weeks earlier and expected them to be copied and ready in their classrooms. So various "classroom assistants" had to run around like mad women trying to xerox class notes, come up with materials and sort out computer glitches. These classroom assistants should all receive medals and lots of praise for all the work they did. And there was not an assistant in every class. Lots of tutors had to just drop back 10 yards and punt. My class was totally wonderful. Liz is extraordinarily knowledgeable and prepared tons of class notes and a CD of the PowerPoint directions she gave in class. Somehow she had enough for everyone even with extra students. However the room was VERY crowded and became unbearably hot in the afternoon. We learned a lot about the history of Fair Isle and Shetland Knitting and started a small hat with yarn supplied by Jameson and Smith. After I got home I decided to rip out the little hat and make a pair of Fair Isle Gloves, someday. Story of my life!
More to come later.