Random thought:
"The House Bunny" pretty much destroyed the last 100 years of feminist work.
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I sure can't.
I'll probably be that hot male equivalent of Debra Lefave.Too far already? I imagine I'd still be pretty charismatic, original and unorthodox in a classroom. I think I'd have the potential to change lives the non-Debra Lefave way! Registering for a bachelor of education reminded me of a teacher we had in grade 3 named Mrs. Lung. She gave her students "smart pills" at the beginning of each morning, which in reality weren't any kind of dangerous drugs (I think) but just Smarties she took out of a package and left out one on everyone's desk. It was actually insanely unsanitary reminiscing about it now. I wonder if I could ever do the same? Part of me thinks, I would be that really lax and original, inspiring teacher. The other part of me thinks I'd mess it up in typical dave fashion and replace all the Smarties with Viagra and let the hilarity ensue. You know.. I don't have any kind of teaching credentials or degree yet but I bet if anyone from the faculty of education glances over this they'll be revoked before I even graduate.
It's so hard picking a career. All I've narrowed my future down to doing is something that involves interacting with a lot of people. I've always been so good when it comes to social interaction, befriending others and just in general customer service (to a degree). No one has ever hated me which is another mystery. You'd think acting so cynical and ass like would prompt hate from every person I run into but it just draws them in closer. Maybe it's tolerable because I rarely display *human emotions..? Kind of like now.
*Sorta reminds everyone that there is a decent human buried in me somewhere.
The career counselor gave me all these forms to fill out ("career study") which basically was another way of telling the people applying or wanting to switch, to research this career first and make sure with what you find out about it, coincides with your direct interests and skills/personality traits/strengths. ex; if you wanted to be a surgeon but didn't know at the time you're probably going to be around a lot of blood ... and were hemophobic, the research was supposed to subconsciously smack you in the face at that point telling you this probably isn't the career for you and to really think about investing your time into something else. One of the questions on the form asked me where this job could be applied (where you could teach). So obviously, universities popped to mind, high schools, elementary, kindergarten (which I'll pass on, unless I am able to feed the kids smart pills disguised as Viagra everyday) private schools.. but one that really piqued my interests was a hospital. It immediately for no reason felt "right".
I never ever considered working there in a million years (well, I suppose as a teacher) as a possibility. I think that'd be so scary. I volunteer at the Stollery hospital almost every year because my mom produces the children's radiothons there. They raise usually around a million dollars for new equipment, research, etc. I usually take pledges over the phone and sell souvenirs. It's really hard though since everyone usually staying there is billed as a terminally ill patient. You hang around all these kids each year and when you come back in a year to do it again some of them are STILL there, some have recovered and went home and some have obviously died. Some even die while you're there. It feels empty when you meet someone memorable only to come back a year later to know they no longer exist in this world. It hasn't really happened a lot.. I think the amount of deaths there is pretty minimal, at least in the time I've volunteered. I can't imagine being in a classroom setting for terminally ill children, teaching one for six months and then having them die on me. I don't know what I'd say to that or the other kids.
That's always been maybe the one critical impeding road block in my life. I'm content with saying goodbye to family and friends, content in watching both slip out of my life, content with them one day dying, content with one day dying myself, content in believing there is no afterlife and all I am is a collection of cells that will one day cease to exist, content with death. The one thing I could never really do is justify the next sixty years. I'm just glad it feels "right" for once. I finally found that niche in life.
Then again in another two years I probably won't feel the same and I'll switch my major AGAIN. I originally thought this way about rheumatology, general sciences/medicine.
I swear I'm going to be that 62 year old guy who is still on campus trying to figure out what to do with life. Graduation date set for2209 2101 2077 2060 2012!
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Okay.. this entry felt a little too serious and not filled with enough "he's definitely going to hell" moments. So, this is a random joke that made me smile a little:
Q: "What's the difference between an ugly pitbull and a feminist with PMS?"
A: "Lip gloss"
:D!
"The House Bunny" pretty much destroyed the last 100 years of feminist work.
-
I sure can't.
I'll probably be that hot male equivalent of Debra Lefave.
It's so hard picking a career. All I've narrowed my future down to doing is something that involves interacting with a lot of people. I've always been so good when it comes to social interaction, befriending others and just in general customer service (to a degree). No one has ever hated me which is another mystery. You'd think acting so cynical and ass like would prompt hate from every person I run into but it just draws them in closer. Maybe it's tolerable because I rarely display *human emotions..? Kind of like now.
The career counselor gave me all these forms to fill out ("career study") which basically was another way of telling the people applying or wanting to switch, to research this career first and make sure with what you find out about it, coincides with your direct interests and skills/personality traits/strengths. ex; if you wanted to be a surgeon but didn't know at the time you're probably going to be around a lot of blood ... and were hemophobic, the research was supposed to subconsciously smack you in the face at that point telling you this probably isn't the career for you and to really think about investing your time into something else. One of the questions on the form asked me where this job could be applied (where you could teach). So obviously, universities popped to mind, high schools, elementary, kindergarten (which I'll pass on, unless I am able to feed the kids smart pills disguised as Viagra everyday) private schools.. but one that really piqued my interests was a hospital. It immediately for no reason felt "right".
I never ever considered working there in a million years (well, I suppose as a teacher) as a possibility. I think that'd be so scary. I volunteer at the Stollery hospital almost every year because my mom produces the children's radiothons there. They raise usually around a million dollars for new equipment, research, etc. I usually take pledges over the phone and sell souvenirs. It's really hard though since everyone usually staying there is billed as a terminally ill patient. You hang around all these kids each year and when you come back in a year to do it again some of them are STILL there, some have recovered and went home and some have obviously died. Some even die while you're there. It feels empty when you meet someone memorable only to come back a year later to know they no longer exist in this world. It hasn't really happened a lot.. I think the amount of deaths there is pretty minimal, at least in the time I've volunteered. I can't imagine being in a classroom setting for terminally ill children, teaching one for six months and then having them die on me. I don't know what I'd say to that or the other kids.
That's always been maybe the one critical impeding road block in my life. I'm content with saying goodbye to family and friends, content in watching both slip out of my life, content with them one day dying, content with one day dying myself, content in believing there is no afterlife and all I am is a collection of cells that will one day cease to exist, content with death. The one thing I could never really do is justify the next sixty years. I'm just glad it feels "right" for once. I finally found that niche in life.
Then again in another two years I probably won't feel the same and I'll switch my major AGAIN. I originally thought this way about rheumatology, general sciences/medicine.
I swear I'm going to be that 62 year old guy who is still on campus trying to figure out what to do with life. Graduation date set for
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Okay.. this entry felt a little too serious and not filled with enough "he's definitely going to hell" moments. So, this is a random joke that made me smile a little:
Q: "What's the difference between an ugly pitbull and a feminist with PMS?"
A: "Lip gloss"
:D!
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i have a genius plan for a education! the army! :O
We need you *points*
And I'll pass on enlisting. ;D