Little Fayoumis earned himself the eternal astonishment and delight of my classmates and teacher and lab FA by being very, very, very good while I sat through the Five-Hour Lab of Doom.
First he sat there quietly drawing, and then quietly making shooting noises with the multicolored pen. During the lecture, he would occasionally say something to me, but I would quietly hush him, reminding him that I was paying attention to the guy talking.
After he swung the chair once too many, knocking his feet into the computer, the chair was moved into the corner, and he was told that he could be in the chair and swing, or stay there and not have a chair. He wandered between the two as my hair temperature started to rise.
He got impatient around about hour #4, and there was a little more jumping going on. Told him not to jump towards the computers. He immediately did. He got the corner. No fire siren, no waterworks. I was quietly impressed. Told him that thanks to this little display, no jumping in that lab, period, whether it was away from a computer or not.
Maybe half an hour later, another jump, where he thought I couldn't see. He was, of course, wrong, and went to the corner.
But on the whole, he was very, very, very good, to the point where my labmates were commenting on it.
So, he was told that he deserved ice cream as a treat for being so good. He decided he wanted vanilla chocolate. As the lab progressed and progressed, with not an end in sight (finally, Bruyn had to mish-mosh something together resembling a database for me from spare parts of already-installed databases) (I dream of being that geeky, truly...) the plans shifted. Finally, Little Fayoumis was assured that he would get his ice cream, but maybe not today as we were all beat.
After my nap, I wandered out and got some ice cream for him. He'll get it tomorrow.
First he sat there quietly drawing, and then quietly making shooting noises with the multicolored pen. During the lecture, he would occasionally say something to me, but I would quietly hush him, reminding him that I was paying attention to the guy talking.
After he swung the chair once too many, knocking his feet into the computer, the chair was moved into the corner, and he was told that he could be in the chair and swing, or stay there and not have a chair. He wandered between the two as my hair temperature started to rise.
He got impatient around about hour #4, and there was a little more jumping going on. Told him not to jump towards the computers. He immediately did. He got the corner. No fire siren, no waterworks. I was quietly impressed. Told him that thanks to this little display, no jumping in that lab, period, whether it was away from a computer or not.
Maybe half an hour later, another jump, where he thought I couldn't see. He was, of course, wrong, and went to the corner.
But on the whole, he was very, very, very good, to the point where my labmates were commenting on it.
So, he was told that he deserved ice cream as a treat for being so good. He decided he wanted vanilla chocolate. As the lab progressed and progressed, with not an end in sight (finally, Bruyn had to mish-mosh something together resembling a database for me from spare parts of already-installed databases) (I dream of being that geeky, truly...) the plans shifted. Finally, Little Fayoumis was assured that he would get his ice cream, but maybe not today as we were all beat.
After my nap, I wandered out and got some ice cream for him. He'll get it tomorrow.