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Discussion in 'Personal' started by Reecedouglas1, May 18, 2019.
As in 2009
What were at?
I was doing my GCSEs
Mine was green with a few blue spots on it
What business is it of yours anyway ?
Much the same. When you pass 50, ten years seems like a month.
Clearly you didn't pass your English. That middle sentence makes no sense at all.
Ten years ago
Yet again, so much scorn and contempt at this particular OP.
Whereas I for one am pretty grateful for the clarification of what 10 years ago actually means.
It's not often that posters will volunteer a proper explanation of their thread title, preferring instead to make arrogant assumptions and virtue signals based on their higher level mathematical proficiency.
Thank you, OP, refreshingly helpful in this age of vacuous online nonsense!
Well I for one am thankful for thinking about 10 years ago since my memory is now so poor. So thank you to Reecedouglas - I now recall that I was a far happier person - more optimistic - and a little over 3 years from a mental breakdown, that has since clouded my life:-(
Ten years ago I was an internet influencer, then my aspirations and career direction improved massively and I became a pimp.
Ten years ago I was at the zenith of my massive struggle with several education 'organisations' As a F E lecturer with a PGCE F E, I was battling with that crazy nonsense set up 'The Institute For Learning' and with a local college refusing to allow me to build on my Skills for Life qualifications. I hadn't worked in any capacity since December 2006 and was living in a concrete bedsit on the eighth floor of a block of flats and being looked upon as some kind of information bureau for my numerous eastern European neighbours.
I was in regular correspondence with ACPO and the Information Commissioner and using the local library for all printing, photocopying and some online information.
Living on jobseekers allowance, I was spending so much of my dole on administration trying to get back teaching that I was going without food and getting quite ill.
My transport was an old bike a friend had given me. I was fighting and fighting the system and getting nowhere.
Soon after the college realised their stupidity and I got a letter from the Principal full of apologies and hope that I would continue to pursue courses there.
The IFL crashed and burned.
At the Christmas of 2009 I made a decision to get out of that situation once and for good by severing all contact with the world of 'education'.
So I went back to gardening.
I set myself some new goals and grew a great intensity of focus with a five year plan to have a better life in a nice place and to stop sleeping on the floor after three years.
So I imagined how I would live out in the country in a peaceful place and have a reliable car.
In the following four years I cleared all my debts and saved twelve thousand pounds. I then spent that money on an old Mercedes estate and paid six months rent in advance on an old thatched cottage in the countryside. I furnished the house, bought a load of tools etc.
I executed the five-year plan in four years and, being on the ascent, forgot entirely how absolutely impossible 'the authorities' are to deal with.
All their apologies had hardened my heart against them but, being satiated, I had grown comfortable and magnanimous.
Now I try not to think about it too much.
I was fine before the leprosy struck
Ten year ago, I'd just moved house and started the job I still do. I also became a proper granny ( having been step granny for 10 years already)
I've not held a job or a house for as long, so I guess that suggests I'm relatively content. Ask me again in ten years I expect to still be here but retired. That's if I haven't shuffled off by then.
In 2009 I got my first teaching job. I took the risk of not disclosing my previous convictions for ABH and drug dealing on the application form , my sister in law fabricated a reference for me and I havent looked back since. I am now principal of an FE Consortium on 140K a year and a lead Ofsted inspector.
I was doing my GCSEs too Reece.
I faked my death along with my bezzies MJ and Farah-Fawcett so we could go and live on Elvis's Uh-uh ranch. It's surprising how much longer people last when out of the limelight, there's a talk on travel later this evening with Captain Oates and Amilia Earhart.
My life looked decidely 2009ish.
I had darker hair, fewer wrinkles and weighed less.
Same as now, living.