June 4. Day 155. Slow drip

Sometimes I hate my job. Not all of my job. Just the administration bits.
The meetings that are like a slow drip water torture as are the parts of my job where students cry.
Part of my job involves the management of students. There are very rewarding aspects to this. I sign off on students heading off on overseas exchange trips, welcome new students and help plan graduation pathways for students who have transferred in from elsewhere. But, and it's a big but, I also have to manage students who have failed subjects or break the news to students that they will not graduate when they are expected to because of a flaw in their course progression. Follow the course structure as it is set out and all should be good. But if, like Red Riding Hood, you stray from the path there may be a big bad wolf waiting for you.
Normally it only means an additional six months study but it's heartbreaking and students cry. The mother in me wants to make it all better. But try as I might the professional in me can't always fix it.  Studying subjects out of order can leave you with holes that can not be filled in time for the planned course completion. There were two such cases today the outcome of which is still to be resolved. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Watching the clock. Checking their emails to see if they can start planning a November graduation. With no more I can do to influence the outcome either way it was off for a walk to South Bank where I photographed this watering can. The flow having started can't easily be stopped. It rather summed up today. Drip, drip, drip.