Tag: deceit

The Magician – 14th August 2024

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A promise of one thing
– Delivery of another
The truth outstanding

The magician’s deceit, a procured receipt
The politician’s defeat

…Yet still perfects the landing

Submitted to Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Mislead

Today I’m feeling:

Average to fair.  Didn’t sleep for long enough again but forced myself up and to do a little 10-minute exercise and hope to start getting back into it.

I still have headaches and my voice and throat is still a little sore and croaky.  I’m in a reasonable headspace though.

Health:

Physical: 6
Mental: 7

Today I’m grateful for:

My adaptability. As I’m entering details into the blog from when I started working in high school at CRPAO I can see how I have managed to adapt myself to the environment and become more flexible and understanding.

The best thing about today was:

Jet, Lin and Mai, my old grade 9 students, love touching my belly for some reason but today Lin squealed and called over Jet and they were both disappointed to feel that I have lost some belly fat.

I’m not actually sure that I have but this made me feel good that perhaps some of the exercising that I have been doing these past few years may be having some small effect.

Something I learned today?

I spoke to Hayden yesterday and he has moved into a new place, which he seems happy with.  He also reckons he’s on for a new workplace which will give him a little more money and better working conditions.  I hope that he gets that.

He has a few days off and is flying down to Melbourne to get a tattoo.  Seems a long way to go just for a tattoo but, I guess he’ll be doing other stuff whilst there.  I think his mum is still supporting him too much but he’s slowly getting there to stand on his own two feet.

Amy took this picture because sometimes we can get our grass cut for free!

We got that attitude! – 16th March 2020

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I am so happy and grateful to have a car so I can get places without having to suffer so much from the polluted air.

There is no great difference between novels and banana bread. They are both just something to do

Mark Manson

To-do list

  • Finish off AirAsia refunds
  • See if the Office downloads can work ✅
  • Enjoy your day, your work, your interactions ✅
  • Drawings for Fern and Chinese teacher
  • Go to book shop, drug store and buy Vitamins ✅

Well, today went well until the rabbits (the idiots) raised their paws and decided that things were not well with my grading. Rather than actually tell me what the problem was they deferred and advised me to ask someone else tomorrow.

The problem, I already know – because I graded accordingly – so many students did not pass. What is the point of grading if our grades are not permitted? It’s a waste of everyone’s time. Why even teach?

Anyway, it’s an easy fix – it just involves lying and deceit. Is this right? Is this moral? Of course not. It perpetuates the lie that everything is ok. It hurts to be part of this. Fight it or forget it? Of course, the best answer is to forget it but then nothing changes. I hate this time of year.

Tomorrow, no doubt, to pass the time quickly I will adjust the grades so that everyone will pass. And….hmmm….everyone will be happy….?

Shot Away – 12th September 1994

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The filament in the light bulb above my head is broken
I cannot repair it until the everyday DIY man has spoken
And when he speaks he speaks with a lisp
Everyone is laughing – they all think he’s pissed

I don’t care what they say
Mr Repairman came to see me today
I did not laugh, he did the trick
He made everything absolutely spick
And spanner in the works – wash my dirty shirts – until it really hurts
The swallows flew the nests – they were eggs no more
I mark my card as they fly by
Kiss my friend in the eye
They were eggs no more he fried

28th Jul 2024 – Fresh Forest Cottage, some 7 or 8 years after Mum and I left and a long time before I saw again. The open window is where my bedroom was, where the howling noises all came from and a thousand cigarettes smoked and a thousand cans of beer drunk.

28th Jul 2024 – This is how I remember the garden once walking through the gate. Gillespie’s (the garage) just visible on the right where more howling and drumming was often heard. I do recall that this part of the garden had changed a lot when I saw it again some ten or fifteen years later. No surprise really. It stopped me from wanting to go in a look around though as I hoped to keep my memories intact.