Education is Booming
Note: This was written on Monday night:
As they say, everything happens at once. I start my new job, and suddenly North Korea goes Nuclear. I maintain that my employment status can't really be the lynch pin on which world events pivots, but coincidence is a strange beast. At least my new job as a multi-media tech at Newham Sixth From Collage has propelled Japanese-Chinese relations to previously un-imaginable states of cooperation. Apparently all it takes for two nation states, at logger-heads for centuries, to turn over a new leaf is a one hour, fifteen minute commute and the threat of Nuclear capability.
As South Korea is only too aware, my job hunt has ended, I have landed a job. At a school. Hey, I herd that. Yes I know this sounds like the time Sam was put in charge of an internet cafe, but It's not like I'm going to be teaching spelling and grammar. Instead, I have been tasked with helping to teach various media packages (the job title makes sense now, doesn't it?) to the school students of east London. I will also be maintaining the various computers, and ordering new ones as needed.
When I first went to the school for an interview there were posters all over the walls for knife amnesty that was in progress. The security is a bit more full on then I'm used to. Just to get in the front door you have to go through turnstiles that can only be opened by your ID card. Once inside, you can only enter most rooms if your ID card is authorized for that space. Since I am staff, I get access to all staff only areas and the locked multimedia zones.
I have not been inside a school for any "official reasons" since I left high school. So here I am, back in an educational facility, and I'm now a staff member. I keep thinking that someone is going to storm in at any second and yell: "Hay you, give that pass back and get your ass to class." As it is, I have been mistaken for a student twice, but it's worth it just for the sudden hurried apologies I get when they realize that my ID card has a pink boarder, just like the one they have.
Well, off to bed with me. I have a long day ahead of me, furthering education and decreasing world stability.
As they say, everything happens at once. I start my new job, and suddenly North Korea goes Nuclear. I maintain that my employment status can't really be the lynch pin on which world events pivots, but coincidence is a strange beast. At least my new job as a multi-media tech at Newham Sixth From Collage has propelled Japanese-Chinese relations to previously un-imaginable states of cooperation. Apparently all it takes for two nation states, at logger-heads for centuries, to turn over a new leaf is a one hour, fifteen minute commute and the threat of Nuclear capability.
As South Korea is only too aware, my job hunt has ended, I have landed a job. At a school. Hey, I herd that. Yes I know this sounds like the time Sam was put in charge of an internet cafe, but It's not like I'm going to be teaching spelling and grammar. Instead, I have been tasked with helping to teach various media packages (the job title makes sense now, doesn't it?) to the school students of east London. I will also be maintaining the various computers, and ordering new ones as needed.
When I first went to the school for an interview there were posters all over the walls for knife amnesty that was in progress. The security is a bit more full on then I'm used to. Just to get in the front door you have to go through turnstiles that can only be opened by your ID card. Once inside, you can only enter most rooms if your ID card is authorized for that space. Since I am staff, I get access to all staff only areas and the locked multimedia zones.
I have not been inside a school for any "official reasons" since I left high school. So here I am, back in an educational facility, and I'm now a staff member. I keep thinking that someone is going to storm in at any second and yell: "Hay you, give that pass back and get your ass to class." As it is, I have been mistaken for a student twice, but it's worth it just for the sudden hurried apologies I get when they realize that my ID card has a pink boarder, just like the one they have.
Well, off to bed with me. I have a long day ahead of me, furthering education and decreasing world stability.
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