20 more days to go

Well what a funny state of mind i find myself in these days. In my infinite frustration with this course and the course of my life in general (horrible children, funny pseudo-girlfriend, no social life that sort of thing) I find myself devising new and innovate devices for watching my life slip away. With glee I watch as the clock ticks the hours away to the end of the course, bringing me ever nearer to the gates of freedom and away from the torrent of constant abuse and non-compliant young people.

As the days go by I find myself counting in ever more intricate ways the time left to the end of the course. Today is a landmark milestone though and I thought I needed to add a post up here in its honour. There is now but one month left to go in school. One month. I will walk out of school on the 28th of May and probably not look back.

Probably.

The clock on Gorge tells you the exact time left til the start of the Glastonbury festival and there's nearly 3 weeks to go til Denmark, where I dance carnival for the first time this year.

With Bank Holiday next weekend (school's closed) and a saints day on the friday after this means that there is in total 20 days of teaching left to go from here. Having monday off and friday means I miss my year 7 class twice meaning that I only have them 10 more times, which totals just over 9 more tortuous hours with that lot. Teaching them feels like being hung, drawn and quartered for 50 minutes so I'll be happy when that's over.

There's about 100 hours left of public humiliation and suffering to go and then I am free. £10k worth of public money spent training one man in endurance, that's what this year has felt like.
My Mister Miiagi moment

Bad day in the office today so I put my shorts on when I got home and walked myself down to my place of peace, the lake at Froebel, Roehampton, with my trusty nunchaku around my neck. As you do.

The lake at Froebel college is usually a haven of tranquility, devoid of people, which is just how I like it. An entire lake on the grounds of a stately home all for me. But term started today for the slackass undergrads today and the sun was out so the bloody place was flooded with girls and stuff. I was naturally terrified and hid in the woods with my weapon to entertain myself.

For 10 minutes I practised on my 'chucks and tried to memorise some moves and destress when this group of 4 big black guys comes up to me and says "Man we want a word with you"

Then in all seriousness one guy says to me "I want you to teach me kung fu"

So now, I have a small army of little helpers painting my fence and washing my dishes in wide-eyed admiration, while I continue to incompetently pummel myself with sticks on chains. Never look a gift horse in the mouth they say...
Silly-boy electronics

I have been wheeler-dealering lately. Buying on ebay then selling on Loot and Amazon, i've been makin small profit here and there but really been keeping myself entertained while the rigours of the course continue unabated.

Today for example I sold a camcorder to a guy via Loot for double the money I bought it on ebay. A hefty little profit and while I was on the phone to the guy he says to me, "say have you got any other electronics you'd like to sell?" So I decided to offload a really old digital camera on him as well. When I went to meet, he turns round and explains that a friend is off back to a third world country and he wanted to take back loads of electronics, and was there anything else I had that I might want to sell.

"Alright" I thought, as I rooted around in my pockets tryin to skin as much money as I could, "What else have I got"

And I stumbled thereupon my phone. Which I duly sold. Kept the sim mind, assuming that I could just pop it straight into my spare one in my room. For which I have no charger.

So for the next couple of days, due to my "entrepreuneurial" instincts I am sans telephone and hence for most of the day completely out of reach. I know that none of you fuckers ever ring me anyway so this is merely a courtesy post so you can laugh at my dumb ass.

Laugh away, but know that while you laugh I am free of the evil of mobile. Hurray!

"Out of touch" Mischief
Limp

"You've gotta have a higher self-esteem Mischief", people tell me all the time, "You're becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy"

I've laughed this nonsense off for years, happy in the knowledge that I'm grossly deformed, vastly untalented and I'll never get laid. "Bollocks", I reply, in my usual eloquent fashion to these know-it-alls, "I'm merely stating the facts as they are"

I went out to watch The Passion of the Christ last night. As a non-christian working in a Catholic school, I thought I needed to go and get some sort of an education in what exactly it was that this guy said (alright I've read the book when I was younger anyway but I needed a refresher) and I figured that this would be a good 101. 2 hours later, I had just about reached my blood-and-gore limit and the film dragged on a little longer. Well actually quite a lot longer. 3 hours later, emotionally and bum-numb I crawled out of the cinema having learnt that Jesus was a HARD man who could seriously take beats. And that was about it.

On the way there, I found myself limping down the streets of Putney with my front teeth hanging out. At present I have absolutely nothing physically wrong with me. I just felt a little more comfortable with my front teeth hanging out. I also adjusted my glasses to hang off my face at a funny angle and ruffled up my hair so it looked like I didn't own a mirror.

And I felt calm.

Suddenly I had rectified the discrepancy between what I percieve myself to be in my head, i.e. a complete and utter loser who the girls pity, and what I really am i.e. A fuckin spectacularly cool and talented young man. It was liberating.

It felt good to finally "come out" if you will. I was now displaying to the world what I really saw in myself. A statement that shouted "LADIES! BEWARE!" but not in a sexual way...

I kept this up all night, going to the pub, buying a pint with my front teeth dangling out, then sitting in the corner with a physics book lookin awkward. And all night not ONE girl looked at me with longing in her eyes. But at least now I could chalk it up to the fact that she saw me as the true fuckwit I am and hence I wasn't disappointed like I usually am. All the the girls flatly ignored me, like usual, but I didn't care. Cos for the night I was a cunt.

I externally manifested my inadequacy on purpose, intentionally averting my eyes from any threat of intimacy, looking at my feet and delving deeper into my book whenever any girls so much as glimpsed me. I brushed my hair into Einstein style and gurned all night to maintain that misshapen freak look that I envisage in the mental mirror before I go out on most nights.

And it worked. I got completely and utterly left alone. Nobody talked to me at all, not even the barmaid (I ordered without ANY eye contact at all) I came in alone and I went home alone. Like usual. But this time I got the last laugh. Cos I had planned it that way.

Fuckers.
New look Mischief

Apologies to anyone who is offended by lesbians. The old puppy template got wiped out as I pissed around trying to put on a calendar (which I still haven't managed to do - any ideas?) and this was the best one I managed to dig up. Anyway I like a lesbian or two. Especially 2 actually now that I mention it...
Say your prayers

Just reflecting on some of the cockups of this term for a giggle. Other than the kid who went to A&E, I've had some riots (well literally in my classroom but lets gloss over that one shall we) and I though tI'd just quickly jot one down before I forget how much fun I've actually had in this job (I whinge too much these days don't I)

I'm workin in a catholic boys school at the moment. Before every lesson starts, I've gotta say a prayer. It's pretty bloody simple. I say "St Joseph" and the boys say "Pray for us", I say "St John Baptiste de la Salle" -> "Pray for us" "Live Jesus in our hearts" -> "Forever" then I have to cross myself and give it some of the ol "name of the father" business

But I'm Buddhist/Taoist/Aetheist. I've never prayed before in my life!

So first day I walk into the classroom, stand in front of the class and said...

"St Mary"

to which the whole class just stood there and went... "Huh???"

then someone pipes up with, "Erm sir, Who's Saint Mary?" - "I aint got a clue - you're the catholic"

They smelt a rat from day 1.

Things have got a little better since then though. I've worked out that I can literally get everyone to bow their heads then just say "Our father who lives in Heaven..." and they finish the rest. It's easy this prayer thing. Man. What a cock!
Masjid

I had someone come up to me the other day - I was workin outside the mosque with the police in Tooting - and he comes up - an old geezer right - and he says,

"I like you muslims - don't get me wrong I aint spoken to many of you before and now you been in the news I thought I'd better go see what the fuss is about. But you're alright you are"

I didn't have the heart to tell him...
Thank Christ for Easter

In my infinite boredom I have finally had a little time to reflect and tell myself some jokes. School's out for easter and still I am up to my neck in schoolwork, marking and planning and essay writing for the requirements of the course. Meanwhile the sun has decided to emerge and taunt me with it's tantalising warmth through my prison window.

I look on longingly and fall again into another daydream, where my mind travels in time, 3 months forward to Glastonbury (so sweet and oh so close) then in space to China and Vietnam. So far away from home I feel I have returned to where I belong.
The Rules

Some characters on my corridor have been reading a book called "The Rules - a guide to capturing Mr Right" or somesuch rubbish lately, and I've been generally miserable following a long term in school so unable to get the joke.

I've been vaguely unsettled by the majority of suggestions in the rule book though. Of course it is only a book which should be taken with a pinch of salt and not entirely as a threat to MANkind and really not worth a whole load of typing that I'm doing, but I'm trying to waste time too so I though I'd get down my thoughts on the subject.

Among the rules are suggestions like "Don't ever agree to meet on the Wednesday after a saturday", "Don't talk to a man first (and don't ask him to dance)", "Don't stare at men or talk too much" and "Don't call him and rarely return his calls"

I knew that there was something that I found a little disturbing about this whole thing and I was told I was being given an insight into the female mind. After much thought I have decided that if this is indeed the rules by which the female mind operates then I would rather not have anything to do with females.

On closer inspection I realised that what troubled me was that really this was a guideline that played on creating disquiet in the male ego, playing Goddess with the emotions for the upper hand and exploiting insecurity for power and control. The concept of playing with a mans feelings rather than understanding them struck me as entirely immoral and the antithesis of what love should really be about.

Nowhere in the book is there any advice that any self respecting human would use in a relationship with a friend or someone they respect. It's all about power and securing control.

I get disturbed that if women really are attempting to manipulate mens insecurities in order to lure them into marriage then surely they are compounding the problem of insecurity and not helping to provide the security that we seek in our capacity as human beings. Following "the rules" by the letter is to exploit fragility and to create an insecure, unhappy partnership which will only cause long term relationship problems.

And this I guess is the problem that I've had with C. As a guy who's terrified of women anyway, here is a girl who is well versed in "the rules" and actually believes that any guy she meets has to see her as a "challenge". Guys who like said challenge are guys who play that game and I can't say I do.

Playing by the "rules" creates the problems of insecurity and doesn't solve them at all. Men like me want to know that we have something to call our own, secure in the knowledge that we can get on with what we have to do without having to feel like we're always chasing. The chase is really too tiring and it's the catch that gives us pleasure.

Take for example, young miss S. we are friends and I can feel secure in her presence. I always know she will be there for me when I'm going through a rough patch or whatever. i don't have to chase her to talk to her, she's on the end of a phone. If we're just talkin relationships, take Biohazard boy or C++ or Lebanese M who I know I can just meet up with and go for a long conversation wiht. I don't have to beg. Thank you all my friends, those of you who make me feel secure.

Isn't that all we want - isn't the idea of living that we are here to make life easier for our other living beings? Aren't we all here to make a secure living environment for each other?

I've only ever seen one couple who seem to exemplify that ideal - for whom the company of one just seems to bring a calm over the other - M and J. I think you 2 are brilliant and you should never be apart.
Threes

I had always heard that bad things come along in 3s and when the shit started hittin the fan last week at school I had a feeling that more was on the way. I then promptly got kicked out of the police on a minor offence (long story and I can't talk about it now cos I'm gonna appeal an dI think it should be alright) and I've just had a blazing row with Christina.

Still, it aint all bad. I'm still alive aint I.

Been gettin really into Alan Moores "Swamp Thing" which really is premium storytelling at its finest. I can't believe I've been a comic fan for nearly 10 years and have stuck so closely with the big 2 and not read the offshoots on Vertigo. Highly recomended