i’m ‘only’ 26 but still look back and kick myself at times.
i was a good kid at school. top classes for almost everything (bar french and religion). i done ok but could have done better. i went onto college for A-levels and ended up sitting for two years round the back in the old ampitheatre stoned.
i left with one half decent A-level, geography grade C.
my motto was, and i think still is, ‘i can swim it, why try harder?’ feel bad. my little sister always had top effort marks but sadly poor grades. my was always the opposite, (almost) top grades but louzy effort marks.
i could have excelled but was a dickhead (still am in truth).
i have no regrets about not going to uni. i went travelling and met my GF of now 7(!) years.
i’ve learnt a new language (german) and emigrated (germany).
gladly chucked in my job (carpentry) due to the way the germans work and ‘re-trained’ (hate that phrase) as an english teacher.
my decision not to go to uni has kinda hit me here. it would seem that to be someone here in germany that you have to have a piece of paper from a uni or school – even as a salesman or waiter.
still glad i don’t have massive debts over my head. i’ve got my paper from cambridge for the teaching. just have to be a little more proactive with finding work instead of sitting around surfing the net watching silly vids, smoking weed and tinkering with the bikes…
really skint at the moment, but it’s ok. my bikes almost finished (me).
would like to go back and right some of my wrongs. people who i prehaps didn’t do right by and didn’t deserve to be hurt (assuming they were). i’d also like to go back to the beach in Oz with those two blonde ozzie girls who were drunk and stoned. would have been one to remember (were i also not so drunk and stoned).