Sunday Morning

Good morning all.
It's 8:15am on a stunning Sunday morning and I seam to have some spare time on my hands. The family is sound asleep with not a care in the world. Our oldest, who is 16, by the way brought home his girlfriend last night for the first time. No matter how cool you think you are why do Dads try and impress their Son's girlfriends. No matter what poetic,informed and frankly witty lines I delivered last night I was met with a gaze of contempt. Have I lost touch, is the teenager of today really a totally unique breed from my day or have I just turned out to be my parents?
As a teenager I thought there was nobody who could hold a light to me without being blinded by my radiance, now I just think I was just an arrogant tit. Things have moved so quickly, the Internet has seen to that. I was the voice of wisdom without the latest news from Sky to back up my facts.
How do parents keep up with today's teenagers? They are the most informed and technical age group ever to wander this earth, and at no time do they think they are lucky. Quite the opposite actually, We place too much pressure on them I am told. We expect too much of them considering the level of education that the state provides. I am sure there is a disc, a program somewhere that defeats the need for us hardworking and concerned parents to send our kids out daily to school. Someway we can teach them the facts of life in the comfort of our own home. But who would want that?
I love my kids, but the sight of them leaving for school every weekday fills me with joy! 8hrs of unbridled joy and serenity which I could never achieve if it were not for the education system. There is more to school than just classwork. The chance to learn how to make and keep friends, the need for humour and civility, that's what important at school. Not Shakespeare's endless ramblings. We judge a school by it's standing in the preposterous school league tables, not what it feels like and what the current pupils say. Surely a true measure of a school is what the 5Th yr students say to you not some made up, fiddled results table.

A short rant for today because I can hear the family stirring in their rooms, so I am of to suprise them with breakfast in Bed.

Regards

My very first Blogg

Being new to this blogger culture I am not sure where you start. I suppose a quick background may help you understand what I am saying and where my experience's come from.
I grew up in central Scotland in a small Town called Alloa, not the most expansive town, but home none the less. I was an only child who mainly grew up with my Grand Parents until I moved into my first house with my Mum when I was 13yrs old. So childhood started all over again. I was a wild child who was always on the wrong side of right, I was of above average intelligence which I never used. In fact I would play down my abilities so I could fit in with the crowd I has chose to join.
I left school at my very first chance in to what I thought was the big wide world only to find pressure,worry,indecision and uncertainty. How I wish I had listened to my elders when they said it was the time off your life. At the ripe age of 16 it suddenly dawned on my there was another sex in the world and that I was missing what all my friends had noticed at least a year earlier. This changed everything, I had to earn more money to buy nice clothes, to be able to afford to go out and impress the now visible opposite sex.
I drifted through my first working years with no real ambition until I met my uncle who had been in the Royal Navy for 20yrs, suddenly I knew what I was going to do. Here I come Royal Navy. I had to wait 18mths to gain entry to the trade I wanted (Aircraft Mechanics) so I wasted this time being a complete lad. Nothing was impossible it just took a little bit longer than difficult.
I then started to get serious with somebody and had to make a tough decision, leave for the Navy or stay at home and see where it was going.


I shall carry on in the next blog so let's hope you enjoy this one.