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Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
... this time of year for me is always sad - the passing of another group of seniors out into the real world [whatever that is]. One hopes they will be safe, that they have learned enough to work out how social situations work, loved enough to make relationship errors and learn from them, skilled enough to find out how to answer a problem but take the time to actually understand the problem first, know where to look for things, know when to ask when they do not, know when to seek help when they need it, know when to STFU and when to speak up. Does the asylum prepare them for these things - who knows ... have I done my bit - I hope so.
Would love to say it has all been a pleasure, but life is not like that. I have grown from the highs and lows though, so if we both benefit from the journey then that is also a good thing.
Thanks for your time here, may you do wonderful things, follow your heart and find something that empassions you. Feel free to drop on by and let us know how you are getting on.
May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be alway at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall soft upon your fields; until we meet again...
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
... marking: I wish I could say I am enervated by it but in truth applying criteria causes bits of me to lose the will to live. How amazing would schooling be without marking ... people would turn up if they wanted to learn, stay away if they could not be arsed ... downfall of our civilisation I guess but wouldn't it be an intersting force - teachers paid for the number of kids their teaching attracted ... guess sometimes I would starve, but it would provide an interesting imperative from many angles, tick, tick *twitch* cross...
... I hate the race to get everything done at the end of a year, it de-personalises the inmates, makes them appear less as people and more as statistics and points on a curve - hate that, as it is the people that matter *shakes fist at QSA*
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
timeless lyrics from Pink Floyd - "Time" - Run rabbit, run!
enterstainment (n.) Dubious, dreadful entertainment which leaves one feeling stained, like an episode of "Home and Away" or a Semi-Final of "Australian Idol"
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