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(Yes, I know this is already on FOG Chat, but it was meant to go here. I'm tired...which is why I'm up at 10 to midnight again. {:))
I’ve just realised that I’m going into Year 11 in September. Crap.
It’s come as a bit of a shock, to be honest. I’ve got through these past couple of years just telling myself that I have years left at Mayflower (my school), and have nothing to worry about. No matter how much I hate the place, it’s basically a second home now. But what’s really sunk in was something I was told the other day, by our new Head Of Year Mr Selly. I personally thought it was a selly decision to give him that level of responsibility, but it’s not up to me.
Anyway, enough utterly awful puns and onto what he said...well, I can’t remember exactly because we were all too busy laughing at our ‘numerous’ uses for his surname in comical sentences, but the gist of it was that next year, is the last year I legally have to be in school.
So, if I wanted to, I could bog off to Spain next July, right?
Of course I’m not stupid enough to do that (surprisingly), but it still means I can do whatever I want. And the current plan I have is 6th Form for 2 years, and then onto University.
University. Something on these forums about Uni has stuck in my mind. It was posted by my good mate Your Honour, and it was...well, I suppose it was tips about how to get on at Uni. Tips like, “when you get there, go knock on everyone else’s doors and introduce yourself.” Other stuff that comes to mind when I think of Uni is signing up for courses, getting drunk and doing a helluva lot of revision.
This has me a little nervous. Hell, I can’t iron a shirt without burning somebody, how am I supposed to get through Uni!? I get nervous when talking to close friends on the phone, and you expect me to go INTRODUCE MYSELF!?
It just seems that the rest of my life all hinges on these next few years. Why not spread it about a bit? And why now, when I supposedly spend all my time thinking about sex, drink, sex and sex. It’s gonna be hard to do any work, especially with me mumbling along. “Okay, this headline needs to be positioned there...positioned...sexual positions.”* cue drunk laughter from roommates*
So if I get anything wrong over the next...5, 6, 7 years, then I’m totally buggered for the rest of my life. I can just imagine the conversations with the grand-children.
“Grandad, if you used to be quite clever, why did you never get a good job?”
“Because I gave my English Professor a wedgie, darling.”
And that’s if I ever have Grand-kids. Seems to me that if I don’t find a girl at Uni then I’m gonna spend the rest of my days conversing with a piece of Parmesan Cheese, especially considering I’m as good at talking to girls as Tim Henman is at reaching the Wimbledon Final.
I’m kinda wondering when my luck’s gonna turn. I look on at people who I know for a fact are worse people than me. I’m no angel, but I certainly wouldn’t call myself a bad person either. The same as you guys, I expect. But I see people who enjoy beating up others, have no respect for anyone who’s not ‘hard’ and don’t seem to have any ambitions for life. And yet, they’re the popular ones. They’re the ones who get the gorgeous girls. Okay, so the girl who I’ve liked since Year 3 is going out with someone who I like, but even then I think, “why him, and not me?” Probably because I’m as self-confident as Vinnie Jones is reasonable.
Well, I can’t banter on about my future forever, especially considering no one’s found a cure for death yet. Ha.
Ah well, I guess I have more immediate worries than University yet. I mean, I have to have a bath tomorrow. Night y’all.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
I’ve just realised that I’m going into Year 11 in September. Crap.
It’s come as a bit of a shock, to be honest. I’ve got through these past couple of years just telling myself that I have years left at Mayflower (my school), and have nothing to worry about. No matter how much I hate the place, it’s basically a second home now. But what’s really sunk in was something I was told the other day, by our new Head Of Year Mr Selly. I personally thought it was a selly decision to give him that level of responsibility, but it’s not up to me.
Anyway, enough utterly awful puns and onto what he said...well, I can’t remember exactly because we were all too busy laughing at our ‘numerous’ uses for his surname in comical sentences, but the gist of it was that next year, is the last year I legally have to be in school.
So, if I wanted to, I could bog off to Spain next July, right?
Of course I’m not stupid enough to do that (surprisingly), but it still means I can do whatever I want. And the current plan I have is 6th Form for 2 years, and then onto University.
University. Something on these forums about Uni has stuck in my mind. It was posted by my good mate Your Honour, and it was...well, I suppose it was tips about how to get on at Uni. Tips like, “when you get there, go knock on everyone else’s doors and introduce yourself.” Other stuff that comes to mind when I think of Uni is signing up for courses, getting drunk and doing a helluva lot of revision.
This has me a little nervous. Hell, I can’t iron a shirt without burning somebody, how am I supposed to get through Uni!? I get nervous when talking to close friends on the phone, and you expect me to go INTRODUCE MYSELF!?
It just seems that the rest of my life all hinges on these next few years. Why not spread it about a bit? And why now, when I supposedly spend all my time thinking about sex, drink, sex and sex. It’s gonna be hard to do any work, especially with me mumbling along. “Okay, this headline needs to be positioned there...positioned...sexual positions.”* cue drunk laughter from roommates*
So if I get anything wrong over the next...5, 6, 7 years, then I’m totally buggered for the rest of my life. I can just imagine the conversations with the grand-children.
“Grandad, if you used to be quite clever, why did you never get a good job?”
“Because I gave my English Professor a wedgie, darling.”
And that’s if I ever have Grand-kids. Seems to me that if I don’t find a girl at Uni then I’m gonna spend the rest of my days conversing with a piece of Parmesan Cheese, especially considering I’m as good at talking to girls as Tim Henman is at reaching the Wimbledon Final.
I’m kinda wondering when my luck’s gonna turn. I look on at people who I know for a fact are worse people than me. I’m no angel, but I certainly wouldn’t call myself a bad person either. The same as you guys, I expect. But I see people who enjoy beating up others, have no respect for anyone who’s not ‘hard’ and don’t seem to have any ambitions for life. And yet, they’re the popular ones. They’re the ones who get the gorgeous girls. Okay, so the girl who I’ve liked since Year 3 is going out with someone who I like, but even then I think, “why him, and not me?” Probably because I’m as self-confident as Vinnie Jones is reasonable.
Well, I can’t banter on about my future forever, especially considering no one’s found a cure for death yet. Ha.
Ah well, I guess I have more immediate worries than University yet. I mean, I have to have a bath tomorrow. Night y’all.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
Ant wrote:
> This has me a little nervous. Hell, I can’t iron a shirt without
> burning somebody, how am I supposed to get through Uni!? I get nervous
> when talking to close friends on the phone, and you expect me to go
> INTRODUCE MYSELF!?
I'm (hopefully :D) going UNI in September. I honestly dont think i could survive living away from home, as I am lazy as a man can be...
So I'm just gonna drive there everyday from home. sorted :D
Although that option depends upon how close the UNI is...I'm lucky becasue the UNI i'm going to (hertfordshire) is only 25 minutes drive away.
> This has me a little nervous. Hell, I can’t iron a shirt without
> burning somebody, how am I supposed to get through Uni!? I get nervous
> when talking to close friends on the phone, and you expect me to go
> INTRODUCE MYSELF!?
I'm (hopefully :D) going UNI in September. I honestly dont think i could survive living away from home, as I am lazy as a man can be...
So I'm just gonna drive there everyday from home. sorted :D
Although that option depends upon how close the UNI is...I'm lucky becasue the UNI i'm going to (hertfordshire) is only 25 minutes drive away.
Uni's, new schools, new jobs can all be a chance to change completely how others see you. I mean you can become an entirely different person to how you used to be. All you have to do is take the initial step of introducing yourself to as many people as is humanly possible. Join every society going and make so many friends that your phone increases in weight because of the amount of names stored in your address book.
It's not so much the shotgun approach, as the bazooka approach. Suppose you take your pistol, and aim at the bullseye, you've got a chance of hitting it but you might miss. You say hello to your neighbour at uni and no-one else; there's a chance that they'll be your friend, but they might not. Suppose you take your russian-army surplus bazooka and aim at the target, you'd have to miss by a hefty margin not to hit the bullseye and destroy the entire target. You say hello to hundreds of people, maybe as much as 50% will hate you and never talk to you again, but that's their loss because the other 50% will be at least acquaintances, if not comrades in drinking games and other such fun.
My point is that if you have as wide a scope as possible, then you won't be unhappy, because you're increasing your chance, even in purely mathematical terms, of making friends and so being happy. The only thing you've got to do is stop worrying. If you go up to a girl and ask her out and she says no, you might be gutted, but do you think she'll really remember, or anyone else will care? So don't be gutted because it's not worth it, just move on and try try try again. Equally, if find people who just can't be friends with you, then it's not your fault, it's theirs and so it shouldn't bother you. If you don't care about being rejected by people you're only said hello to once, then you'll be okay...
This is a happy person's advice.
It's not so much the shotgun approach, as the bazooka approach. Suppose you take your pistol, and aim at the bullseye, you've got a chance of hitting it but you might miss. You say hello to your neighbour at uni and no-one else; there's a chance that they'll be your friend, but they might not. Suppose you take your russian-army surplus bazooka and aim at the target, you'd have to miss by a hefty margin not to hit the bullseye and destroy the entire target. You say hello to hundreds of people, maybe as much as 50% will hate you and never talk to you again, but that's their loss because the other 50% will be at least acquaintances, if not comrades in drinking games and other such fun.
My point is that if you have as wide a scope as possible, then you won't be unhappy, because you're increasing your chance, even in purely mathematical terms, of making friends and so being happy. The only thing you've got to do is stop worrying. If you go up to a girl and ask her out and she says no, you might be gutted, but do you think she'll really remember, or anyone else will care? So don't be gutted because it's not worth it, just move on and try try try again. Equally, if find people who just can't be friends with you, then it's not your fault, it's theirs and so it shouldn't bother you. If you don't care about being rejected by people you're only said hello to once, then you'll be okay...
This is a happy person's advice.
(Yes, I know this is already on FOG Chat, but it was meant to go here. I'm tired...which is why I'm up at 10 to midnight again. {:))
I’ve just realised that I’m going into Year 11 in September. Crap.
It’s come as a bit of a shock, to be honest. I’ve got through these past couple of years just telling myself that I have years left at Mayflower (my school), and have nothing to worry about. No matter how much I hate the place, it’s basically a second home now. But what’s really sunk in was something I was told the other day, by our new Head Of Year Mr Selly. I personally thought it was a selly decision to give him that level of responsibility, but it’s not up to me.
Anyway, enough utterly awful puns and onto what he said...well, I can’t remember exactly because we were all too busy laughing at our ‘numerous’ uses for his surname in comical sentences, but the gist of it was that next year, is the last year I legally have to be in school.
So, if I wanted to, I could bog off to Spain next July, right?
Of course I’m not stupid enough to do that (surprisingly), but it still means I can do whatever I want. And the current plan I have is 6th Form for 2 years, and then onto University.
University. Something on these forums about Uni has stuck in my mind. It was posted by my good mate Your Honour, and it was...well, I suppose it was tips about how to get on at Uni. Tips like, “when you get there, go knock on everyone else’s doors and introduce yourself.” Other stuff that comes to mind when I think of Uni is signing up for courses, getting drunk and doing a helluva lot of revision.
This has me a little nervous. Hell, I can’t iron a shirt without burning somebody, how am I supposed to get through Uni!? I get nervous when talking to close friends on the phone, and you expect me to go INTRODUCE MYSELF!?
It just seems that the rest of my life all hinges on these next few years. Why not spread it about a bit? And why now, when I supposedly spend all my time thinking about sex, drink, sex and sex. It’s gonna be hard to do any work, especially with me mumbling along. “Okay, this headline needs to be positioned there...positioned...sexual positions.”* cue drunk laughter from roommates*
So if I get anything wrong over the next...5, 6, 7 years, then I’m totally buggered for the rest of my life. I can just imagine the conversations with the grand-children.
“Grandad, if you used to be quite clever, why did you never get a good job?”
“Because I gave my English Professor a wedgie, darling.”
And that’s if I ever have Grand-kids. Seems to me that if I don’t find a girl at Uni then I’m gonna spend the rest of my days conversing with a piece of Parmesan Cheese, especially considering I’m as good at talking to girls as Tim Henman is at reaching the Wimbledon Final.
I’m kinda wondering when my luck’s gonna turn. I look on at people who I know for a fact are worse people than me. I’m no angel, but I certainly wouldn’t call myself a bad person either. The same as you guys, I expect. But I see people who enjoy beating up others, have no respect for anyone who’s not ‘hard’ and don’t seem to have any ambitions for life. And yet, they’re the popular ones. They’re the ones who get the gorgeous girls. Okay, so the girl who I’ve liked since Year 3 is going out with someone who I like, but even then I think, “why him, and not me?” Probably because I’m as self-confident as Vinnie Jones is reasonable.
Well, I can’t banter on about my future forever, especially considering no one’s found a cure for death yet. Ha.
Ah well, I guess I have more immediate worries than University yet. I mean, I have to have a bath tomorrow. Night y’all.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
I’ve just realised that I’m going into Year 11 in September. Crap.
It’s come as a bit of a shock, to be honest. I’ve got through these past couple of years just telling myself that I have years left at Mayflower (my school), and have nothing to worry about. No matter how much I hate the place, it’s basically a second home now. But what’s really sunk in was something I was told the other day, by our new Head Of Year Mr Selly. I personally thought it was a selly decision to give him that level of responsibility, but it’s not up to me.
Anyway, enough utterly awful puns and onto what he said...well, I can’t remember exactly because we were all too busy laughing at our ‘numerous’ uses for his surname in comical sentences, but the gist of it was that next year, is the last year I legally have to be in school.
So, if I wanted to, I could bog off to Spain next July, right?
Of course I’m not stupid enough to do that (surprisingly), but it still means I can do whatever I want. And the current plan I have is 6th Form for 2 years, and then onto University.
University. Something on these forums about Uni has stuck in my mind. It was posted by my good mate Your Honour, and it was...well, I suppose it was tips about how to get on at Uni. Tips like, “when you get there, go knock on everyone else’s doors and introduce yourself.” Other stuff that comes to mind when I think of Uni is signing up for courses, getting drunk and doing a helluva lot of revision.
This has me a little nervous. Hell, I can’t iron a shirt without burning somebody, how am I supposed to get through Uni!? I get nervous when talking to close friends on the phone, and you expect me to go INTRODUCE MYSELF!?
It just seems that the rest of my life all hinges on these next few years. Why not spread it about a bit? And why now, when I supposedly spend all my time thinking about sex, drink, sex and sex. It’s gonna be hard to do any work, especially with me mumbling along. “Okay, this headline needs to be positioned there...positioned...sexual positions.”* cue drunk laughter from roommates*
So if I get anything wrong over the next...5, 6, 7 years, then I’m totally buggered for the rest of my life. I can just imagine the conversations with the grand-children.
“Grandad, if you used to be quite clever, why did you never get a good job?”
“Because I gave my English Professor a wedgie, darling.”
And that’s if I ever have Grand-kids. Seems to me that if I don’t find a girl at Uni then I’m gonna spend the rest of my days conversing with a piece of Parmesan Cheese, especially considering I’m as good at talking to girls as Tim Henman is at reaching the Wimbledon Final.
I’m kinda wondering when my luck’s gonna turn. I look on at people who I know for a fact are worse people than me. I’m no angel, but I certainly wouldn’t call myself a bad person either. The same as you guys, I expect. But I see people who enjoy beating up others, have no respect for anyone who’s not ‘hard’ and don’t seem to have any ambitions for life. And yet, they’re the popular ones. They’re the ones who get the gorgeous girls. Okay, so the girl who I’ve liked since Year 3 is going out with someone who I like, but even then I think, “why him, and not me?” Probably because I’m as self-confident as Vinnie Jones is reasonable.
Well, I can’t banter on about my future forever, especially considering no one’s found a cure for death yet. Ha.
Ah well, I guess I have more immediate worries than University yet. I mean, I have to have a bath tomorrow. Night y’all.
Thanks for reading, Ant.