By Laurens Grainger
What am I even doing at this school?
“So, how’s work going then?”I’ve always hated when you re-unite with old friends at Christmas and this is one of the first questions that pops out.“Well, I’ve gone back to uni. But it’s not really a uni. I mean, I don’t even get a qualification. And no, I’m not even guaranteed a job afterwards. But honestly, ummm, it’s really good”Considering the fact that I’m in the world of communications, I’ve been making a real meal out of communicating what the hell I do at the SCA.Good job, Laurens.On boxing day, I caught up with one of my best mates from Cardiff for the first time in a long time. Although we grew up alongside each other, we’ve always been completely different.While I’m a social cretin, he’s a social butterfly.While I look like the homeless equivalent of Noddy, he’s got a six pack and a chiseled jaw.While I left school in 2008 for a plain jane university degree, he left school in 2008 (with barely a GCSE in-hand) to travel the world as a catwalk model, obviously.Milan, Tokyo, London, Paris. He was living the dream. Then he met the girl of his dreams and settled down…….in the Czech Republic. A bit out of the way for me.Anyway, I called him up on Skype for the first time in about a year, and surprise surprise within about a minute, I awkwardly asked him “How’s work going then?” He replied with “Good mate. I’m now an English teacher and I work in two factories. One of which is a Wilkinson Sword factory. They offered me a pack of razors for christmas.”We laughed. A lot.He then asked me “So how’s your work going then?” [awkward pause]Before answering, I made a conscious effort to try answer it differently than I had to my other mates.“As you know, what I like more than anything else is being weird and making stuff. I’ve found out that I can actually do that as a day job.The only thing is that you need to make stuff which convinces people to buy a product.And so for the next year I’ve gone to this school which is one of the best places in the world to do exactly that.What I do all day is act weird and make stuff, which is perfect. Last week, I was writing erotic poems to bowls of Crunchy Nut Clusters and that was a legitimate piece of work.”“Yeh, fair play mate. You’re weird. Sounds good.”Tidy.



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