…and a jukebox. Is what I feel like tonight. I have been loving this song all year, but since they played Glastonbury last month I feel entitled to post the video. That and a good bit of wine.
Proper thoughtful lyrics.
That’s me on Tuesday afternoons. I don’t mind saying it’s a tough gig. I was a difficult pupil at school and it seems not much has changed. The only difference so far is that I am turning up. Listening and concentrating still seem to be a problem.
I still dislike “active” learning. Ideally, I would like it all given me in written form and be left alone to read it. All this interaction that goes on is torture. Plus we are trapped for 3 hours before a half hour break (check Maslow’s hierarchy of needs – after an hour and a half my needs revolve around a cup of tea), then another 2 hours of being caged. I might have to start taking my laptop. Yesterday I managed it with some recourse to reading poetry hidden under the handout. I am so “visually” attuned it is practically a learning disability. I was the child that hated practical experiments in sciences so, that I was eventually allowed to go to the back of the class and read about it instead from a text book…
Anyway I was going to post “The Drugs Don’t Work” but this is more apt: Bittersweet Symphony “no change, I can’t change”, and I prefer the tune.