i’m not sure why they want people from my school to go into the service of protecting people, or why they think people will even put down their home-made bongs to attend these lectures.

I still go to school ’cause I suck and I’m seventeen and if you saw me on the street you’d think, “LITTLE HIGH SCHOOL BITCH.” Unless you’re my bus driver today and you think, “you look vulnerable, I’ll make you pay for an adult bus fare even though it means you can’t buy $1 soup to sustain yourself.” Though maybe he also thought, “LITTLE HIGH SCHOOL BITCH NEEDS SOME CHARACTER BUILDING, WHEN I WAS THAT AGE WE WERE LUCKY IF WE EVEN GOT TO LOOK AT SOUP.”

Apparently now is when it’s decided it’d be good to help us find careers that aren’t street walking/fixing cars/being an air hostess so heaps of employed bros are coming to lecture us and put us off life in general! I go to one of the most poor and uneducated schools in the city because of motherfucking zoning, and this is reflected by our lecture choices:

  • army
  • air force
  • navy
  • police
  • nanny school
  • tourism (incidentally this furthers the air hostess option, I guess)

WHICH CAREER CHOICE WILL ENRICH MY LIFE? WHICH CAREER CHOICE WILL PROVIDE THE MOST INTERESTING EXPERIENCES? WHICH CAREER CHOICE WILL PROVIDE THE BEST BLOG FODDER?

in space no-one can hear you scream. the ocean is like space but with more prawns.

Oh, prawn, you really get me.

Complaints about “i’m not sure why they want people from my school to go into the service of protecting people, or why they think people will even put down their home-made bongs to attend these lectures.”

  1. Getting paid in the area of 100k a year after 10 years service in the military (i.e. staying in 5 star hotels around the Pacific) doesn’t sound half bad to me. I’d go to that lecture

  2. ten years being micro-managed to shit and climbing up those big wooden walls you mean. i have weak girly arms. + john key is gonna increase our military presence in afghanistan and stuff.

    BASICALLY I’M NOT JOINING THE ARMY.

Go on, whine about it.

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