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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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Goatboy wrote:
> The sagacious one wrote:
> What I can't believe is that no one has asked how to apply for
> Goatboy's job when they come to replace him.
> ---
>
> I never applied for this job.
> Came as temp for 5 weeks, 3 and half years later I finally leave.
> Wacky world
I've clocked up almost two years in my temping job before (finally) getting a contract. If it wasn't for GAD putting food on the table (my kids eat DVDs and CD-Rom discs when they're malnourished and starving to death) I'd have lost all hope.
> The sagacious one wrote:
> What I can't believe is that no one has asked how to apply for
> Goatboy's job when they come to replace him.
> ---
>
> I never applied for this job.
> Came as temp for 5 weeks, 3 and half years later I finally leave.
> Wacky world
I've clocked up almost two years in my temping job before (finally) getting a contract. If it wasn't for GAD putting food on the table (my kids eat DVDs and CD-Rom discs when they're malnourished and starving to death) I'd have lost all hope.
Cool. For a minute there I thought it was going to end "...so I bought a gun and shot them all." But it didn't. Phew.
I had the bes**t teacher in the world for the firs**t two years of primary school, even though it was a sh*tty school in an even sh*ttier area. She leant me her own books and rather optimis**tically tried to make me read in French (that didn't work out). She let me write s**tories all the time; my mum showed them to me a while age and they were all spelt out phonetically and looked like they were written by a fingerless gibbon: so I couldn't spell for sh*t, but I had a bit of imagination and I was allowed to use it, and I grew up not hating books. I haven't seen that teacher for five years, but my mum s**till keeps in touch with her. The year after she retired, the school was declared as 'failing' and the government sent in a crack team of McDonalds executives to sort the place out. Coincidence? I think not.
So, excellent, a good teacher is jus**t about the bes**t thing you can give a snotty nosed little punk for his birthday.
I had the bes**t teacher in the world for the firs**t two years of primary school, even though it was a sh*tty school in an even sh*ttier area. She leant me her own books and rather optimis**tically tried to make me read in French (that didn't work out). She let me write s**tories all the time; my mum showed them to me a while age and they were all spelt out phonetically and looked like they were written by a fingerless gibbon: so I couldn't spell for sh*t, but I had a bit of imagination and I was allowed to use it, and I grew up not hating books. I haven't seen that teacher for five years, but my mum s**till keeps in touch with her. The year after she retired, the school was declared as 'failing' and the government sent in a crack team of McDonalds executives to sort the place out. Coincidence? I think not.
So, excellent, a good teacher is jus**t about the bes**t thing you can give a snotty nosed little punk for his birthday.
Hedfix wrote:
> IB has no sense of humour from what I've read of his posts since I
> first came here.
Luckily, I don't come here to impress you.
> Unless resurfacing his reverse psychology voting thread was supposed
> to be funny.
It's funny in a way you wouldn't understand. By that I mean that it's privately amusing, not that you're stupid.
> IB has no sense of humour from what I've read of his posts since I
> first came here.
Luckily, I don't come here to impress you.
> Unless resurfacing his reverse psychology voting thread was supposed
> to be funny.
It's funny in a way you wouldn't understand. By that I mean that it's privately amusing, not that you're stupid.
Good luck man.
My experience of teachers isn't too bad (except for Infant school), and there are certainly some teachers in my school that are widely popular, mainly because they're always up for a laugh and don't mind having the p!ss taken out of them. But these guys are also good at what they teach (Heads of subjects in most cases), so it's definitely possible to be popular and good. {:)
Anyway I've sort of skipped through the last 90 pages but I ain't gonna reply to any of that, I'm just gonna ask you to go easy on the poetry. ;)
My experience of teachers isn't too bad (except for Infant school), and there are certainly some teachers in my school that are widely popular, mainly because they're always up for a laugh and don't mind having the p!ss taken out of them. But these guys are also good at what they teach (Heads of subjects in most cases), so it's definitely possible to be popular and good. {:)
Anyway I've sort of skipped through the last 90 pages but I ain't gonna reply to any of that, I'm just gonna ask you to go easy on the poetry. ;)
Hedfix wrote:
> Sorry.
>
> I'm filling in for Blank. :D
My reputation precedes me. All in a day's work for a sideline sniper, I suppose.
Anyway, I'd like to say I respect that decision you've made Goaty. I think it's very brave, not just the change in career and financial security, but I've not been out of school that long myself so I know what kind of little shats you'll be facing there. My sister's still in high school, she told me this year one boy got expelled within a week of starting first year. Appareently for taking drugs on the premises. And there are much roucher schools than that. I think you'll need a bit of luck.
But although what I'm about to say is cheesy (and what I said in the earlier paragraph was even cheesier), it's true that you never forget a good teacher.
Oh, and I assume we won't be seeing anymore of Goatboy after you leave your job (1 am ramblings excluded, obviously)?
> Sorry.
>
> I'm filling in for Blank. :D
My reputation precedes me. All in a day's work for a sideline sniper, I suppose.
Anyway, I'd like to say I respect that decision you've made Goaty. I think it's very brave, not just the change in career and financial security, but I've not been out of school that long myself so I know what kind of little shats you'll be facing there. My sister's still in high school, she told me this year one boy got expelled within a week of starting first year. Appareently for taking drugs on the premises. And there are much roucher schools than that. I think you'll need a bit of luck.
But although what I'm about to say is cheesy (and what I said in the earlier paragraph was even cheesier), it's true that you never forget a good teacher.
Oh, and I assume we won't be seeing anymore of Goatboy after you leave your job (1 am ramblings excluded, obviously)?
IB has no sense of humour from what I've read of his posts since I first came here.
Unless resurfacing his reverse psychology voting thread was supposed to be funny.
Unless resurfacing his reverse psychology voting thread was supposed to be funny.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Why? I don't sense any humour from you, just efforts to attack people
> randomly when they don't fit into your mould. I have a sense of
> humour, a healthy one, but you don't give me anything to laugh about,
> so why should I laugh along with your own contnued derision?
Oh, I dunno...maybe because you get your kicks out of belittling people on this board for the heinous crime of not agreeing with you, or for being (shock, horror!) children? And then you get all haughty if anyone pulls you up about it? I kinda hoped that anyone who derides anyone who DARES question what he said would have more of a sense of humour about himself.
I don't give you anything to laugh about? Not a problem, believe me. You don't sense any humour from me? Well, then your senses are letting you down; with the exception of posts to Bell, it's not my intention to try and deliver a dressing down to anyone; what I say is meant in fun.
But you get exceptionally precious and humourless whenever I have a pop at you, and that, along with the majority of your posts, suggests self importance on a grand scale.
Plus (sorry Hedfix), you've just tried to rebut me in a way that confirms much of what I say about your utter lack of self-depreciation.
> Why? I don't sense any humour from you, just efforts to attack people
> randomly when they don't fit into your mould. I have a sense of
> humour, a healthy one, but you don't give me anything to laugh about,
> so why should I laugh along with your own contnued derision?
Oh, I dunno...maybe because you get your kicks out of belittling people on this board for the heinous crime of not agreeing with you, or for being (shock, horror!) children? And then you get all haughty if anyone pulls you up about it? I kinda hoped that anyone who derides anyone who DARES question what he said would have more of a sense of humour about himself.
I don't give you anything to laugh about? Not a problem, believe me. You don't sense any humour from me? Well, then your senses are letting you down; with the exception of posts to Bell, it's not my intention to try and deliver a dressing down to anyone; what I say is meant in fun.
But you get exceptionally precious and humourless whenever I have a pop at you, and that, along with the majority of your posts, suggests self importance on a grand scale.
Plus (sorry Hedfix), you've just tried to rebut me in a way that confirms much of what I say about your utter lack of self-depreciation.
Sorry.
I'm filling in for Blank. :D
I'm filling in for Blank. :D
Hedfix wrote:
>
> Do us all a favour an stop pre-empting replies you have yet to/may
> not receive.
Aw...~sulk~
>
> Do us all a favour an stop pre-empting replies you have yet to/may
> not receive.
Aw...~sulk~
"Hmmm, now Mr.Goat. We've had a number of complaints about your threatening to and I quote "Come round and bumrape your hamster". Would you care to explain these allegations?"
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