Socially Reclusive

Due to my fantastic AS results, for my own good, I have to drop one of my subjects. To be fair, I never really enjoyed it and was never good at it. I really only took it because my parents wanted me to. So dropping it for me is probably a good thing.

On the down side, it means I’m only taking 3 A-Levels.However, we live in a world where the university admission system work of a points system and not what grades you get.This means if I take anouther AS course, that gets me more UCAS points. And the more points I get, the better chance I have of getting into university.

So thats what I’m doing. 3 A-Levels and 1 AS. Mainly just for the chance of getting more points.

I’ve taken up “Politics & Goverment”. Which I have no experience in, but want to learn about and have an interest in. Hopefully I’ll enjoy the course, else its too late now.

Once I told my mum about my choice, she just pointed at me and laughed. Gee, that makes me feel much better about something which may hinder my chances at uni.

This story came back into my head today, and I thought I might as well share it with you guys.

Its October 2004, and I was one of a thirty person Latin class. The class, was made up of some of the most intellectual students of our year. The sort of people that where looking to head towards Oxford or Cambridge. It was a morning lesson, around 11.

Little bit of back story. There was this Design & Tech teacher who was a little on the weird side. Little as in when you met him, you knew something was up. Due to a series of unfortunate events, which were all his fault, he got the sack.

His son, who attended the school, wasn’t too happy about this. So to protest, he climbed onto the top of the Science block, and shouted down below. He was going to jump unless his Dad got his job back.

His timing for such a stunt was not great, as everyone was in leasons, and the ones who skipped leasons couldn’t give a toss if he lived or died.

The Science block is opposite my old Latin class, so we where the only ones to hear his demands.

“Give my Dad his job back, or I’ll fucking jump”

We all turn our heads, see the guy, and run to the window and gather round to oogle at him.

“I fucking mean it”

Whole class in unison

“Jump Jump Jump” for around 5 - 10 minutes.

Seeing as we where the only one to take notice of his threat, he decides its not a good idea, and climbs down off the block and onto the ground, where he’s escorted directedly to the headmasters office by some high status teacher.

Our latin teacher was the head’s wife, so he was directly informed, and needless to say she thought it was “a very cruel and mindless thing to do to this poor boy”. We all thought it was just funny, then again Year 9 humour is twisted and sick.

All this thinking for the future makes is troublesome. Do I go into higher education, or do I go straight into a job. Is 4 years learning and a loan really going to get me a job I want. Why is it that the teachers are making us think about our careers in 30 years time when I hardly know what I’m doing this weekend?

And if I do choose to go to Uni, not straight into the job, which one do I go to? Theres so many! I guess I should go for a subject I’ll enjoy and want to get a job at in the future. Computing then. But I’m just one of several thousend computer people who will be applying for next year (2009). How do I stand out from the croud? Personal statements I guess, but that’s going to be worked on, a lot!

Now I have untill January 15th, 2009 to sort it all out. Time to shift my arse into first gear.