Now that I finally have time to update, I really don't know what to write.
Currently, I feel like I’m being squashed by all the work I have to do this year. Why is it that everyone else seems to be able to breeze through these things whilst I sit here worrying myself into a nervous breakdown?
A2s do of course mean that I can't spend this year pissing around and watching endless costume dramas. I'm going to have a hard time as it is trying to find time to go and see Sam's new production thing in Sheffield. Grr. Damnit, who'd have thought it would come to this, putting academia above the theatre (and *coughs* Sam).
However, the free time I do have is not spent unprofitably. The oh-so wonderful film Velvet Goldmine has stayed off the oncoming depression that saw me in floods of tears all Saturday and a fair amount of Sunday. It seems to dog my footsteps. If I look forward and keep walking maybe, I’ll loose it in the crowd.
In other news: My work experience turned out to be a classic example of me acting like the first goat to cross the bridge. Always tempted by the otherside.
I wasn't having a great time to be honest to begin with. The whole crippling shyness really doesn't work out when you have to intermingle almost imediately with people you've never met.
I found some of the children suprisingly delightful. Despite the humdrum existence of village life their managed to be a few characters that shone through. I was thrilled when i found myself explaining to a nine year old child the results of the reformation. It was a brief and passing moment, but at least it bothered to turn up.
However, I do fear for the state of mainstream primary education, it's appalling lack of consideration for the needs of the individual child quite convince me that no child of mine shall go through it. Don't even get me started on the outrageous lack of history available to these children. I remember exactly how frustrating i found every step of primary school to be. Reaching out for knowledge and having it torn away from me just as i was begginning to find my footing. Huge chunks of history are generalised so easily by the ignorant teacher who doesn't know what s/he's talking about.
I need sleep, ranting until 2am is not going to help me pass my Alevels.
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Ballad of Maxwell Demon |
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