We all have them, moments in which you have decide upon future actions or face dire consequences and I'm not talking the 'Do I spread my toast with butter AND Marmite or just be normal have marmalade?' kind.
If you'd read my blog previously, you'd see I have written my thoughts on writing/teaching and various other things that perhaps are irrelevant as Glastonbury (my lady went, she'd done a blog about it all and yes, I feel less empty without her till Friday but not much).
It seems there is an opening for Hearing Audiologist in the area with training for two years full paid and you get a wage too then a Foundation degree in the field. Which would be useful if I ever became a teacher and I could help the deaf child in my class fix his/her aid besides I have 15 years experience in the Audiology world thanks to my own hearing loss? It could be completed alongside my English Literature degree also I'd have my Foundation BA Business Management degree to complete in the future. So ideally I'd retire and have my own company perhaps in Australia specialising in Hearing Aid care or whatever futuristic device is invented whilst my legs have gone and my hair is greyer than the Midland skies.
However, then comes the deciding factor namely one Ed Balls of the Government's Mafia who wishes to do this:
Would they even let me be a teacher? I could have the PGCE, a 2:1 in English Literature and Deaf Studies and various other qualifications. Would this even be enough? I'd have to pass some kind of test, it seems. I'd feel more confident applying for the SAS, at least then I'd able to prove my steel like emotion but putting a few bullets in people. This seems outrageous and almost insulting to all the good teachers out there.
Maybe I should just leave the country and sell myself to Chinese labour.