when i grow up, i want to be…
i seriously have no idea what i’m going to spend most of my working life doing.according to the 16pf report thingy i am investigative and therefore should look in the following occupational fields – Science, Math, Research, Medicine and Health, Computer Science. 0.0 it also says i am equally artisitc and should look in the following occupational fields – Art, Music, Design, Theater, Writing. Then i t says that the two themes are highly compatible and i should look for jobs that involve both areas. Wow. that really narrowed it down for me. imagine the possibilities – moz the art researcher, or moz, the medicine designer.looking at the occupation list given, i can be a
biologist/Medical Illustrator/Medical Researcher/Veterinarian all these bio stuff when i dont know anything beyond sec 2 work, which i’ve mostly forgotten
Artist thats why i my brother does my art homework
‘Fine’ beats me
Photographer thinks of the photographers in school
Psychologist the report also says i’m emotionally unstable
Physician/Physicist sounds like alot of physics
Reporter/Writer and suffer the same fate as denys?!?
Commercial Librarian sounds cool. what is it?
Mathematician I’ll try handling A level maths first
Sociologist/Satistician i’ll still try handling A level maths first
Art Teacher/English Teacher my teachers would never stop laughing
Musician i knew i was born to be a rock star
and this is my personal favourite:
Foreign Language Teacher
effectively leaving me with one last option:
Liberal Arts Professor.
unfortunately, liberal arts professors usually need working experience first – so maybe i’ll take that job offer as a hua wen lao shi.
the report’s final statement was that i wld “function with greater personal effectiveness” if i were to gaurd against “taking on activities or assignments that involve ordinary, ruotine tasks without much creative thought or tasks that may not fully challenge Mr. Hor’s intellegence or curiosity.”
i was born in the wrong country.
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Death Speaks.
by Jeffrey Archer
There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the market-place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdadm for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.
says alot about our grasp of our present in the context of the future eh.
what a self-indulgent post. ugh.
a moz quixote 