Monday 10 May 2010

*shrug* "Oops, innit?" St. Thomas More... The "once upon a time" now; Psychologically damaging, demeaning, and malevolently destructive to your child's self identity, perhaps forever, and it does it with a smile.

I strongly believe that "what" a man has done must be ignored for the "why" instigating the act. But St. Thomas More Language College of Sloane Square has no "why", and if it did then I'd simply veto it under the same loopholes that leave them standing, and particular staff members (oh I salivate in anticipation) employed. 

God... St. Thomas More~ Where do I begin?! Never have I seen such an atrocity stand in the name of Roman Catholicism... Though I had better leave that sentence well enough alone before some Google wizard tells me to type "Caesar + refusal to relinquish power + religion" either way, now that I think of it that school though flawed here and there, is not so bad in it's own right. Whilst considering where to begin unbiased public review of this choice learning facility (for the masochistic). I decided that the reputation of this formerly outstanding, and well established educational institution was single-handedly besmirched by Mr. John Hill. A man that seemingly, has no low he will not stoop to with a matching lack of spine for convenience in existing as such an offensively cruel and twisted teacher.  Oh and by the way no, this is not slander, that's a false statement. Personal opinion cannot be deemed as such. Especially when "personal" = "rather widespread"

However everybody, there are allegations against Mr. Hill... Many, many allegations that I shall not raise in this blog as I lack appropriate verified sources... Though if anyone would like go down in history as the inventor of the product that stuck to teflon then wonderful :) Just comment on your close encounter and it'll show a genuine public outrage too!

OH! Though that one class, French I think? With the exchange student, yes before your mysterious departure to return under the arrival of the equally shady Mr. Conolley. (Basically this is the current state of affairs regarding his popularity http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mr-Connolly-is-a-FREAK/312883399935?v=wall#!/pages/Mr-Connolly-is-a-FREAK/312883399935?v=info)  Yes, the class DID see you lose control of yourself yes they were laughing at the anomaly in physics being discovered in a French lesson. Why's it funny? I don't know I wasn't there but any one object simultaneously described as "blatant, non-existent and raging" gives way to a plethora of giggles.

I shall cease my onslaught however in fear that it may seem personally vindictive. Well, if I'm to be called vindictive for questioning why a man who single\handedly made me feel self destructively insignificant, isolated, trapped, tormented, and worst of all completely helpless to everything has had a career spanning atleast  two generations in the SAME PLACE?! If I were the only complaint? Understandable. But year in year out it seemed the only survivors made it by fortunately slipping through invisible. Or perhaps his personal agenda sought to crush those who stood out, I don't know, all I know is whatever he did, worked on everyone he got his fingers into. 

The list of atrocity;

Confiscating mobile phones and reading out the sms inbox. I do believe you called the boy disgusting baed on the contents of his phone. Wasn't your judgement to pass but to each their own. Just mind the glass with that  hefty pile of stones you've got there.

Tried to do the same with my confiscated phone actually. One of them anyway. I do believe I refused to relinquish the start-up pin of one. The other you hunted me down something fuuurious for the next day. "How dare you remove the simcard and battery from your phone who gave you permission to?" I do believe I walked away about as tall as your presumable cause for such a gratuitous projection of ego.

Speaking of which how's that pretentiously red fiat coupe? You know you chased a load of my year down the back of Peter Jones with it and even me once the day I refused to attend a detention for reasons I cannot remember but akin to contesting your belief that 1+1 = 50. You did a cute little wheel spin as the exhaust sang nursery rhymes.

I remember one particularly cruel thing I saw you do actually. A student was arguing with you, as always topic  insignificant, but at one point you briefly switched to their native tongue, resulting in absolute compliance. Predatory and cruel on Freudian levels.

I think what sparked the demise (or perhaps completely snuffed out there and then) was your personal smear campaign against me. I don't know how many times you did or how many people you told, all I know is that one time, in F25, Mr. Smith's form room, the only room in that school I remember, you sat and openly discussed with other students, my numerous demerits, my untrustworthiness, my apparent satisfaction in using people as I please (for perspective on this mans cruelty the allegation came from the fact that I freely floated between several social circles rather than having just one. A pox on my damn social adaptability.)

Any way the saving grace from (and this one time I can assure you fate WAS written) Failure, depression, and god knows what else, was their overly rushed poorly drawn plan to eject my helpless carcass. In short, I was falsely permanently excluded, even when I provided a witness statement from hair dresser in a salon with a glass front viewed in plain light immediately in front of the alleged incident. I "tampered with it"?! who knows.

I forget how long I spent out of school, roughly as long as it takes for a healthy 15 year old to gain 2st in self pitying lethargy, with a bleak outlook towards the future. I do believe I left only to attend your pathetic appeal tribunals and sit my near 9 SAT's which better bloody well have not credited your festering arsehole of a school's record of achievements cause you taught be sod all other than fear akin to being in pitch darkness with no spatial awareness except the knowledge that walls are closing at indefinite speed from indefinite distance.

 I can skip to the funny part now though, yeah, when tired old cynics like Mr. Connolly (Oh right yes he endorsed the whole lot) meet their equal but exact opposite and somehow several fold more persistent too. A thousand and one thanks to Gerry German for tearing the entire lot of them several new ones, all in very inconvenient places.

Oh and Ms Lancaster I cannot quite place my dislike for you at this moment in time though I'm sure it's to do with your ridiculous argument (which might I add was the answer to every unanswerable question posed by the fearless and unstoppable Mr. German) that my testimony was disbelieved because I'd lied previously.

Firstly might I point your browser to google, then search "define: pathological" now reference the definition with my experience at St. Thomas More and see if a "lie constructed to reinforce ones self as an identity before those who appear to judge him for subsequent lack there-of" is an adequate interpretation. How very nice and Catholic of you though. a quality of the school clearly mentioned in its... PROSPECTUS!!!

http://webfronter.com/rbkc/stm/mnu1/Prospectus/images/STM.pdf

Wooow! did David Cameron write this? Buzz word INSANITY! "High record of achievement" dating back how far exactly? So far I can only certainly vouch for "preparation into adult life" considering I see groups of them playing gambling games every lunch time (though poor effort, who gambles with odds of 1#/2?) and purchasing their daily dose of tetrahydrocannabinoids. ... From an ex student :D look into thisss

Anyway eventually (the third contest of their decision :) ) Mr Connolly greeted me, head in hands, defeated, tired, and whimpering. "I don't understand why you people just keep on coming back! If I remove the incident and any trace of your presence at this school will you please just leave it alone?" I was more than happy with that! Silly man, that's immediately admitting a false allegation! Remind me how big that fine was? Damn near 20k or so? Boooy I'd be piiiiiiissed! Parents of prospective applicants, do indeed look this up, dig deep enough and you should be able to, otherwise just ask at the open day. :)

That's my bash done really. Oh other than this one small life lesson.
They say "Don't draw your weapons lest you intend to kill"
and "Take no prisoners" for a reason dummies! :) Don't underestimate a humans capacity for survival.

Unless your arrogance got you. Watching the evil baddies plot foil in the middle of his victory speech never gets old. Oh and by the way where on earth wasMr Hill during my entire exclusion?  I'd like to offer him my deepest sympathies (scoff,) There is no cure for his condition, you see. So deeply engaged in his fanciful fallacy of superiority over mankind, he creates this horror.Smiling the entire time:

"The prototypical psychopath has deficits or deviances in several areas: interpersonal relationships, emotion, and self-control. Psychopaths gain satisfaction through antisocial behavior, and do not experience shame, guilt, or remorse for their actions. Psychopaths lack a sense of guilt or remorse for any harm they may have caused others, instead rationalizing the behavior, blaming someone else, or denying it outright. Psychopaths also lack empathy towards others in general, resulting in tactlessness, insensitivity, and contemptuousness. All of this belies their tendency to make a good, likable first impression. Psychopaths have a superficial charm about them, enabled by a willingness to say anything without concern for accuracy or truth. Shallow affect also describes the psychopath's tendency for genuine emotion to be short lived and egocentric with an overall cold demeanor. Their behavior is impulsive and irresponsible, often failing to keep a job or defaulting on debts. Psychopaths also have a markedly distorted sense of the potential consequences of their actions, not only for others, but also for themselves. They do not, for example, deeply recognize the risk of being caught, disbelieved or injured as a result of their behaviour."




Sunday 9 May 2010

"I digress, pt:1" Those that can't do, teach, those that can't teach, teach teachers. But those that CAN teach? Don't, and won't. They'll show you how they learned over and over again, as many times as they need until you learn for yourself :)

This began as an attempt to answer the wave of confusion spawned by the birth of my (apres '89) generation of horror children. Terrifying hoody wearing fear inducing yobs. Made only more terrifying by the fact that a lot of us appear to be as intelligent as we are deviant.

Though to be honest, if someone walked up to me and told me George W. Bush had a brain I'd be pretty damn scared... For the split second it takes for me to remember the fact that nobody ends up being the governing force of an entire nation by being stupid anywhere. Period/ But pretending does the job quiiite nicely!

Anyway I went on one of my famous tangents that was a more convenient place to begin the story anyway (obviously the middle) and set the tone to thank some helping hands along the way. Simply for knowing how to teach, and for defying bureaucracy. In teaching us life rather than "this exam board said remember that" we danced through their silly little hoops anyway.

Many thanks the likes of;
Donna Amoah,
Verrol Tomlinson,
Mr Downton(LAD, legend, magician, and the first adult I ever met that still had childlike curiosity in their eyes.)
Mr Regan(LAD of LADs)
Mr McCann(inconceivable combination of soft spoken and mild mannered with an unspoken yet well established command over the arts of LAD and BANTER! All I know is, I politely request your well established secret to walking through walls, as I have already deciphered the remainder of the triad, "hiding in plain sight" and "overcoming non-compliant belligerence, the psychological fight or flight AKA "wtf? That is NOT a word..." Cruel, but amusing. Oh and funnily enough he is now quite the opposite of hirsute) 
Mrs McCann, (Sheer coincidence as far as I know)

Apparently, Britain can divide by zero.

Indeed, I believe in Faeries, pigs are racking up frequent flyer miles, and 1+1 = 3/0

A now seemingly self aware, self-perpetuating and increasingly formidable torrent of chaotic rebellion to logic and reason instigated by, what many could call, the invocation of the ultimate paradox.

An entire nation of robbed, mistreated, deceived and frustrated to a point no metaphor dare wander, turned to its government and shouted a unanimous "NO" so indignant that, the split second that would normally have been used to rationalise between fight or flight, was used instead, to quickly stop swinging it around, zip it up, put it away and wipe the "Mine's bigger so 'll do the banter and you'll tidy up and you'll like it." smirk off it's face.

I wish I'd have written this as it happened, on the day that marked the dawning of the age of "dublyewtee eff" but I was so busy preparing for mass anomie that I over indulged in the planning of the Guy Fawkes Order of Neo-Democracy Party. (Yes, it does anagram "Get the Fuck out Now Dickhead Pricks~" but that's entirely coincidence and a poetically beautiful example of a persons energy and willpower can influence random occurrences.


Anyway, as I didn't post my first blog when I wanted to, I was just determined to get this one out there around midnight-ish~ on Sunday. Partially to settle my insatiable obsessive compulsiveness for the tediously tedious (yes so tedious it warrants grammatical error). But mostly to reference this as day 1, the Monday after the weekend that would confuse the likes of The Beetles, Don Quixote and the author of Alice in Wonderland.

Magic Mushrooms, Caterpillars on Shisha(skeptical) and murderous playing cards. Wow.