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You know the score. Wake up, go to work/school. Talk about games/tv shows/movies and then went home, played a game/read a book and went to bed.
That used to be me as well, until I started taking an interest in the world around me. Getting involved in protest, civil disobedience, writing to MPs, trying to do something to change what I percieve to be an unjust, corrupt, inherently stupid society.
I've had endless arguments on here with people about war/politics/life and then it hit me.
I realised that there was no point discussing how to change life with people over the internet. Especially arguing moralistic issues with people that do nothing except write messages and preen like self-satisfied peacocks.
And I was just as bad.
I've raged against stupidity/television/illiteracy amongst young users with txt speak/general monginess of most people/lack of interest in the world.
And I went home to read/play video games and that was about it.
Come to work, post crap here about why the world sucks, smoke and tell rubbish jokes.
And then it hit me.
Despite my words here, despite arguing with Bell etc about how to change this planet, despite writing to try and affect change around me, trying to bring immoral and unjust situations to people's attentions, I still come to work, drink my coffee, smoke and stare out of the window.
And then it hit me.
I wasn't actually doing anything to change my world.
So I did. I carefully considered everything around me. My values, what I percieved as an idiot morass of people not interested in anything except their own homes. People stupid enough to read The Daily Mail and actually believe the hateful scaremongering they read inside. People stupid enough to think immigration is actually an issue instead of a smokescreen designed to keep you frightened and locked inside watching Eastenders.
I reached a point in my life, a convergence of emotions that forced me to re-evaluate my life. How I see things, what I believe in, how I feel about the things around me.
And it didn't sit well with me.
Despite my passion, despite my morals, despite my beliefs, I come to a nice boring job, create marketing presentations and sell stuff.
I sell things people don't need to make more money for people to spend on themselves.
That is not the way I wish to live my life, I cannot allow myself to wallow in self-important comfortableness, surrounded with nice shiny things and pontificate about the world around me.
It didn't feel right, I couldn't balance being aware of things wrong around me, yet continue to pursue my nice comfortable life and, ultimately, do nothing to affect change.
So what did I do yesterday?
I quit my job.
Handed my notice in and made choices that will make me feel like a better person.
I quit my boring, stupid marketing job and I'm going to teacher-training college to teach English.
I can't just sit by and watch this world deteriorate into a mindless scrum of tv-obsessed me-monkeys that think Shakespeare is "crap innit", think txt speak is acceptable, have no idea who Keats is, are unaware of the power of words and language.
I want to try, even if just one kid, to get them to realise they have entire worlds of imagination and passion inside them if they want to access it.
I want to get across to people that life is more than television/mortgages/soap operas/pop idol/heat magazine/tony blair.
I may fall on my ass, I may get tired of trying to do something positive but goddamnit, at least I'm going to try to do something.
I don't want a job where I sell useless products to people, I dont want a job that doesn't challenge me in any aspect whatsoever.
I don't want to argue morals with people that are unwilling to put their thoughts into action.
I've quit my nice job after 3 and a half years and, instead, I'm going to be a teacher.
Today is one of the most frightning/exciting days I can remember.
4 weeks left of meaningless work, then 2 years+ of learning/exams before I can tell myself that, finally, I'm doing more than trying to convince other people that there is more out there.
May be the best thing I've ever done, may be the biggest mistake I've ever made.
I'll let you know when I come out the other side. But one thing I do know?
I've had enough of sitting on my ass preaching about trying to change the world instead of actually getting out there and doing it.
There it is.
That used to be me as well, until I started taking an interest in the world around me. Getting involved in protest, civil disobedience, writing to MPs, trying to do something to change what I percieve to be an unjust, corrupt, inherently stupid society.
I've had endless arguments on here with people about war/politics/life and then it hit me.
I realised that there was no point discussing how to change life with people over the internet. Especially arguing moralistic issues with people that do nothing except write messages and preen like self-satisfied peacocks.
And I was just as bad.
I've raged against stupidity/television/illiteracy amongst young users with txt speak/general monginess of most people/lack of interest in the world.
And I went home to read/play video games and that was about it.
Come to work, post crap here about why the world sucks, smoke and tell rubbish jokes.
And then it hit me.
Despite my words here, despite arguing with Bell etc about how to change this planet, despite writing to try and affect change around me, trying to bring immoral and unjust situations to people's attentions, I still come to work, drink my coffee, smoke and stare out of the window.
And then it hit me.
I wasn't actually doing anything to change my world.
So I did. I carefully considered everything around me. My values, what I percieved as an idiot morass of people not interested in anything except their own homes. People stupid enough to read The Daily Mail and actually believe the hateful scaremongering they read inside. People stupid enough to think immigration is actually an issue instead of a smokescreen designed to keep you frightened and locked inside watching Eastenders.
I reached a point in my life, a convergence of emotions that forced me to re-evaluate my life. How I see things, what I believe in, how I feel about the things around me.
And it didn't sit well with me.
Despite my passion, despite my morals, despite my beliefs, I come to a nice boring job, create marketing presentations and sell stuff.
I sell things people don't need to make more money for people to spend on themselves.
That is not the way I wish to live my life, I cannot allow myself to wallow in self-important comfortableness, surrounded with nice shiny things and pontificate about the world around me.
It didn't feel right, I couldn't balance being aware of things wrong around me, yet continue to pursue my nice comfortable life and, ultimately, do nothing to affect change.
So what did I do yesterday?
I quit my job.
Handed my notice in and made choices that will make me feel like a better person.
I quit my boring, stupid marketing job and I'm going to teacher-training college to teach English.
I can't just sit by and watch this world deteriorate into a mindless scrum of tv-obsessed me-monkeys that think Shakespeare is "crap innit", think txt speak is acceptable, have no idea who Keats is, are unaware of the power of words and language.
I want to try, even if just one kid, to get them to realise they have entire worlds of imagination and passion inside them if they want to access it.
I want to get across to people that life is more than television/mortgages/soap operas/pop idol/heat magazine/tony blair.
I may fall on my ass, I may get tired of trying to do something positive but goddamnit, at least I'm going to try to do something.
I don't want a job where I sell useless products to people, I dont want a job that doesn't challenge me in any aspect whatsoever.
I don't want to argue morals with people that are unwilling to put their thoughts into action.
I've quit my nice job after 3 and a half years and, instead, I'm going to be a teacher.
Today is one of the most frightning/exciting days I can remember.
4 weeks left of meaningless work, then 2 years+ of learning/exams before I can tell myself that, finally, I'm doing more than trying to convince other people that there is more out there.
May be the best thing I've ever done, may be the biggest mistake I've ever made.
I'll let you know when I come out the other side. But one thing I do know?
I've had enough of sitting on my ass preaching about trying to change the world instead of actually getting out there and doing it.
There it is.
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Insane Bartender wrote:
> Ah, I'm in a good mood today. Fa la lala la la.
I'm not. Had a despicable day yesterday when it was discovered there was a fraud on a client's account and I was indirectly responsible.
I'm going to be dragged over the hot coals for this.
*waits for P45 to land on desk*
> Ah, I'm in a good mood today. Fa la lala la la.
I'm not. Had a despicable day yesterday when it was discovered there was a fraud on a client's account and I was indirectly responsible.
I'm going to be dragged over the hot coals for this.
*waits for P45 to land on desk*
Goatboy wrote:
> I mean c'mon, can any of you picture me in a tweed jacket and
> elbow-patches standing at a blackboard and saying "Now now, calm
> down...please settle down".
Nah, you'll probably be chucking the chalk at people and shouting as well as threatening them with actual bodily harm.
The teacher I'll never forget was my Business Studies teacher at A-Level. He had the unfortunate name of BJ Cummings and he used to display it with a kind of perverse pride. He was a great teacher though - the lessons were funny but genuinely interesting.
It works both ways - no-one forgets a great teacher but no-one forgets a complete buffon either. Please ensure you don't become the latter and turn into a bitter hateful lunatic.
> I mean c'mon, can any of you picture me in a tweed jacket and
> elbow-patches standing at a blackboard and saying "Now now, calm
> down...please settle down".
Nah, you'll probably be chucking the chalk at people and shouting as well as threatening them with actual bodily harm.
The teacher I'll never forget was my Business Studies teacher at A-Level. He had the unfortunate name of BJ Cummings and he used to display it with a kind of perverse pride. He was a great teacher though - the lessons were funny but genuinely interesting.
It works both ways - no-one forgets a great teacher but no-one forgets a complete buffon either. Please ensure you don't become the latter and turn into a bitter hateful lunatic.
Good. Again, I applaud you for jumping in at the deep end. Personally, I'm far too interested in personal wealth to make such a sacrifice. But I don't feel as passionate about things as you do anyway.
Ah, I'm in a good mood today. Fa la lala la la.
Ah, I'm in a good mood today. Fa la lala la la.
Of course.
Does that mean you forgive me?
*kiss and make up*
*kiss and make up*
Oh I'll still post.
It's a couple of years training etc so I'll be around. Just not as frequently etc.
Sorry for getting outraged yesterday as well, was just a weird weird day all round.
To anyone that's misunderstood - this isn't me strutting and saying "I'm better than you nyah nyah nyah". I'm strutting and saying "I'm better than me nyah nyah" because I've finally stopped kidding myself I can do anything being a marketing bloke with big ideas, and realised I have to do this.
I want to be "that teacher", I want to be Mrs Martin who encouraged me to read and write stories, prompted me to follow my heart.
No doubt I'll become cynical and jaded after my 1st year, but for the life of me I'll never know unless I try.
I just couldn't look myself in the eye and pretend I was genuine anymore. It's a personal thing, my values and my goals in life.
I want to try and convey the excitement of Shakespeare, not just stand there and "blah blah Ophelia" like some teachers I had.
I remember at college, my English lecturer made Hamlet feel like Scorcese and it made me want to read it.
I mean c'mon, can any of you picture me in a tweed jacket and elbow-patches standing at a blackboard and saying "Now now, calm down...please settle down".
It's a couple of years training etc so I'll be around. Just not as frequently etc.
Sorry for getting outraged yesterday as well, was just a weird weird day all round.
To anyone that's misunderstood - this isn't me strutting and saying "I'm better than you nyah nyah nyah". I'm strutting and saying "I'm better than me nyah nyah" because I've finally stopped kidding myself I can do anything being a marketing bloke with big ideas, and realised I have to do this.
I want to be "that teacher", I want to be Mrs Martin who encouraged me to read and write stories, prompted me to follow my heart.
No doubt I'll become cynical and jaded after my 1st year, but for the life of me I'll never know unless I try.
I just couldn't look myself in the eye and pretend I was genuine anymore. It's a personal thing, my values and my goals in life.
I want to try and convey the excitement of Shakespeare, not just stand there and "blah blah Ophelia" like some teachers I had.
I remember at college, my English lecturer made Hamlet feel like Scorcese and it made me want to read it.
I mean c'mon, can any of you picture me in a tweed jacket and elbow-patches standing at a blackboard and saying "Now now, calm down...please settle down".
I am sorry for being an idiot yesterday. No excuses, I was just wrong.
It probably took you a great deal of courage to give up a decent wage, and go back to school, literally. I admire that, maybe somebody like you can stop a somebody like me from having such a cynical view of teachers in the first place. Here's hopeing.
And the forum will definitly suffer from not having you around anymore. I hope you'll still post occasionally.
It probably took you a great deal of courage to give up a decent wage, and go back to school, literally. I admire that, maybe somebody like you can stop a somebody like me from having such a cynical view of teachers in the first place. Here's hopeing.
And the forum will definitly suffer from not having you around anymore. I hope you'll still post occasionally.
Urkie
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of course, people relate killer-disease as cancer, when there's thousands more that are rare and deadly, and i bet there isn't a charity shop for malaria down your town centre, is there?
the world is so biased...
the world is so biased...
of course, half of our intentions are misplaced. we'll never hold on 'til the end of our purpose...
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