Career Options

Ah, I’m having fun with my year 11s. The Career Officers has been getting them to choose their uni courses on the computers and has subsequently buggered off, leaving me to help them finish. They have lots of important questions about their applications that I can’t answer.

Rachel: ‘What does Alternative Science Entry mean?’
Me: ‘That means when you get to uni, you can’t go in through the front door of the science building. Also, you have to wear a special vest that says you’re not quite as good as the usual students.'
Rachel: 'Okay, thanks.'

Leroy: ‘What does RC mean?’
Me: ‘I’m glad you asked me that. It stands for Religious Categorisation. It means the university only lets certain denominations in. At Caulfield Campus, for example, you need to convert to Judaism.’
Leroy: *blank look*

This almost makes up for the Year 9 extra this morning. A girl developed a gushing blood nose after I gave her detention for calling a classmate a faggot. She's easily stressed the poor thing. There was blood all over her clothes and the carpet. Later, Aa boy from another class, seeing the trail of blood, warned me not try violence on him. ('Cos my dad will make you regret it. And all me mates. And my uncle is a world class boxer. And I'm a black belt. You'll regret it.') Then another girl wrote 'get fucked' on the wall with a blue permanent marker. And then denied everything, despite still having wet ink on her fingers and the marker on her desk. The rest was just average misbehaviour and unpleasantness, but it had me considering my career options, nonetheless.