Friday 26 October 2012

The End Is Near.... Or Is It?

I dunno why I continue to write this blog. I know I haven't been very consistent in the past few months, but that comes down to the fact that I have 7 followers, most of whom probably don't even use Blogger anymore. Which brings me back to my original point. Why should I keep writing if no one is going to read it?

I don't really have any direction when I write my blogs, it's just a way for me to get all the little squiggly thoughts out of my head whenever they seem to have gotten too big. Everyone needs someone/somewhere to rant, and since no one really appreciates my rants, I guess the internet will have to deal with them.

I been in uni for a month now and it is THE biggest waste of time I've ever had the misfortune to endure. How in hell is 12 hours a week sufficient for a 2nd year teaching student? I know people on beauty courses who spend more time in class than I do. The only positive thing about spending so little time in class is the fact that it means I have to spend less time with the idiots who call themselves my classmates. I am a seriously mystified by some of them. I often wonder how they've managed to get up, get dressed and get into uni without being kidnapped or falling down a hole. I have grown women in my class who ask the same question repeatedly and constantly seek reassurance from our tutors about their parenting skills. Just because their qualified to teach, doesn't mean they are the font of all knowledge in regards to children. 

The students might be thick, but it's nothing compared to the way that we get taught. You would expect tutors who've had experience in teaching children from the ages of 3+ would be able to deal with some 19/20 year olds using their phones in class. But no, they can't. They just mention that it's rude and let them get on with it. Also, sticking a powerpoint on screen and simply reading it word for word does not constitute a lecture. It's boring, and teaches us nothing at all. Stop wasting my time and give me something to do!

If none of you see of hear from me for a while, it's because I've built a fort and retreated into it with a book, some tea and possibly vodka.