I have finally done it! A small, cozy corner of the internet where I can share my innermost thoughts and experiences with any human desperately bored enough to visit. Of course, having recently been welcomed into the 'mid twenties' bracket less than a week ago- my life experience could be considered brief and for the most part- underwhelming. However I come to you, my dear Bloggees (starting to like that term now... I'm working on the assumption that you are probably being forced into reading this by either myself of one of my fans...too early for fans? Possibly.) in the vain hope that you may be interested, nay entranced by(!), my rambles.
'Of what form will these rambles take!?' I hear you scream inwardly. Well, the truth is I don't know. I am not much of a planner. I'm an aimless doer. This is adequately demonstrated by my academic endeavours.
It all began after finishing school. Simply put, I didn't know what to do..so I picked the widest spectrum of A-levels my mediocre college would allow (Law, Business studies, English and Accounting in case you were dying to know.) hoping that one of those things would at least spark some sort of interest. Alas no, my already thin on the ground interest in those things dwindled if anything.
Upon finishing college I found myself between a rock and a hard place. Rock being a job and a hard place being University. After a game of rock, paper, scissors- a hard place won (irony not lost) and I decided to at least apply to university. The unfortunate thing was that, due to my complete phobia of committing to anything, I had a full day to complete my UCAS form, write a personal statement and decide which course to commit to for the next 3-4 years of my life. So I chose one Uni and opted for a Primary Teaching degree. Now, I knew that by listing only one Uni my chances of actually being accepted onto a course were minimal- in fact I was sort of counting on it. But as fate would have it, I was called to interview and they over-looked my less than decent A-levels and gave me an unconditional offer based on the 'blaggy' nature of my interview.
Two years later I realise that teaching is not for me- I don't like children, I certainly don't like parents and I have a special pocket of pent up hatred for the national curriculum. But ever the skrimper (refusing to flush two years worth of student fees and printer ink down the toilet), I finished my degree. Posing the question... What does a teacher do when they don't want to be a teacher? My part time bar job, which had previously been subsidised by Student grants (yay) and loans (boo), simply would not cut it forever.
So this is where I find myself. Nearly 2 years after finishing my degree, I am a Support Worker for a charity (yes I do get paid for working for a charity...). I love it- it is fun, challenging and rewarding (not financially, but money isn't everything! Right?). Most days, I work at a supported living service just outside London that is home to six autistic young adults. I confess early on that this blog will probably end up being a platform from which I can tell my work stories in an attempt to gain laughs, empathy or in most cases- both.
So there it is- I'm a 24 year old failed teacher/successful support worker/decision dodger/laugh lapper.
Why say something in one sentence when I could say it in an essay-like prose?
Your faithful time waster-
Ash xo
