I hope you guys had a good week. But before I write about my basic life....Mr Trump - what a joke. I'm gonna quote someone very close to me, whom is unfortunately correct so far...."Trump's gonna run this country like a fucking reality TV show for us all to see." And again, it's unfortunate that mystery person said this as an argument in support of the giant cheeto....In other news, I've had a moment of genius....I think....
When I went out on Saturday night and thought that everyone was my mate (see last blog on HFF, which I confirmed with my Doc today AS A REAL THING!)...I actually engaged my thinky-piece for something useful. Bear with me....(and it is bear because the phrase comes from the word forbearance)
So here I am, pranging out like a mentalist; brain on overload thinking I know everyone and need to try to figure out from whence I know them....And my good friend's like, "Are you OK?". I lied. How was I supposed to explain I felt suffocated by the faces of the crowd? Like a puppy sat in one of those glass kennels in the mall with every man, woman and child banging on the glass as they walked by? She'd probably think I was losing it! Anyway, more about this friend of mine. I became friends with her waaaay too late in my time on this planet - she's a superstar and we get on like a house on fire. We were brought together in a strange way, but it's a connection that only we will ever know. And I like that.
Anyway, we went to this night in Leeds that, as basic bitch as it sounds, was for charity. HAHA, laugh all you want, but I'm fully on board....It's a charity for kids in Leeds whom can't really hack it in mainstream education (Those are the kids I've been blogging about, ya know. The ones that throw tables and act like crazies when asked to do simple instructions?!). This charity is called MAP, Music and Arts Production. It offers BTEC qualifications to pupils in media design, production and art....But more important than qualifications, I reckon it gives those kids a place to feel comfortable in their own skin. It gives them a place where who they are is enough, a place where they don't have to conform to the traditional rules of the school system. I wonder, could that be an answer to where I might find myself? Be more comfortable in my own skin? Perhaps I am better suited to teach outside of the mainstream system. Maybe that's why I feel this tractor pull of emotions all the time...I'm not focusing my work (hence my time) in the right place or with the right people; maybe I can use this cognitive dissonance as a motivator to make a positive change in my life.
I think I'm going to make some inquiries....and bake a cake.
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