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As you can probably guess from the icon, the talk with sixth formers... didn't go as well as I'd hoped.
Two things were particularly awkward.
(1) I got stuck with three girls who left school last year, are in their first year of university, are as mainstream as it gets and who would not shut the fuck up, and
(2) I have never encountered such a group of middle class, middle of the road, good, well behaved, brainwashed-by-the-system kids in my entire life.
Where was the rebellious streak? Where was the yearning to break out beyond the boundaries? The urge to do something different, to stretch your horizons and tread new paths and--
*Baaa*
*Sigh*
Maybe I was just a very bad student. I was certainly a very stubborn one - actually crossing the threshold of the staffroom was a very bizarre feeling, as many are the times I've stood just outside it waiting for some decision or other to drop on me. Mostly about how many hours i would have to spend in detention, or whether I was to be banned from a particular activity, or a series of talks.
Heh.
Yeah, I was a pain in the ass.
(Basically, if something new was thrown in and I didn't see the point of it I would ask why, and if the answer boiled down to 'because we say so' I would refuse. Cue attempt to buck the system.)
So yes, entering that hallowed ground? Very odd. And of course, back in the day, there used to be the whiff of cigarette smoke drifting from beyond the doors - not now. I had to go sit in my car for a cig. *Snort*
Anyway, on the few occasions I did manage to get a word in edgeways I think I did manage to impart something useful... at least I hope so. I did manage a short banter with one lad about tattooing:
"Does it really hurt?"
"No, it fucking tickles."
"Really?"
"No, it really hurts."
"A lot?"
"A fuck of a lot."
Cue wincing and 'ew' from them. *Kersigh* One of said girls who was doing the talk with (indeed, for) me did turn to me at one point and ask if there was anything I hadn't done - to which I replied I'd never had sex for money, or flown commercially. And grinned.
There was a particularly nice chap there called Tim - he graduates later this week, done a degree in Theatre (*rolls eyes*) - long dark hair, big slatey blue eyes, long dark lashes... long fingers, expressive way of waving them when he talked... yeah, he was nice. I ended up chatting to him a lot because we were the only non-totally-mainstream people there!
Oh, he was nice. Pretty. Could have spent a very distracting few hours with him. *Leers happily*
Alas, I did not get his phone number.
Anyway, I'm going to bed now. But I might just read a couple of chapters of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arrys_girlie's latest High Seas Adventure just to cheer myself up.
Where have all the adventurers gone...?
Two things were particularly awkward.
(1) I got stuck with three girls who left school last year, are in their first year of university, are as mainstream as it gets and who would not shut the fuck up, and
(2) I have never encountered such a group of middle class, middle of the road, good, well behaved, brainwashed-by-the-system kids in my entire life.
Where was the rebellious streak? Where was the yearning to break out beyond the boundaries? The urge to do something different, to stretch your horizons and tread new paths and--
*Baaa*
*Sigh*
Maybe I was just a very bad student. I was certainly a very stubborn one - actually crossing the threshold of the staffroom was a very bizarre feeling, as many are the times I've stood just outside it waiting for some decision or other to drop on me. Mostly about how many hours i would have to spend in detention, or whether I was to be banned from a particular activity, or a series of talks.
Heh.
Yeah, I was a pain in the ass.
(Basically, if something new was thrown in and I didn't see the point of it I would ask why, and if the answer boiled down to 'because we say so' I would refuse. Cue attempt to buck the system.)
So yes, entering that hallowed ground? Very odd. And of course, back in the day, there used to be the whiff of cigarette smoke drifting from beyond the doors - not now. I had to go sit in my car for a cig. *Snort*
Anyway, on the few occasions I did manage to get a word in edgeways I think I did manage to impart something useful... at least I hope so. I did manage a short banter with one lad about tattooing:
"Does it really hurt?"
"No, it fucking tickles."
"Really?"
"No, it really hurts."
"A lot?"
"A fuck of a lot."
Cue wincing and 'ew' from them. *Kersigh* One of said girls who was doing the talk with (indeed, for) me did turn to me at one point and ask if there was anything I hadn't done - to which I replied I'd never had sex for money, or flown commercially. And grinned.
There was a particularly nice chap there called Tim - he graduates later this week, done a degree in Theatre (*rolls eyes*) - long dark hair, big slatey blue eyes, long dark lashes... long fingers, expressive way of waving them when he talked... yeah, he was nice. I ended up chatting to him a lot because we were the only non-totally-mainstream people there!
Oh, he was nice. Pretty. Could have spent a very distracting few hours with him. *Leers happily*
Alas, I did not get his phone number.
Anyway, I'm going to bed now. But I might just read a couple of chapters of
arrys_girlie's latest High Seas Adventure just to cheer myself up.Where have all the adventurers gone...?
