Kids

No, I do not have kids. I love children, but I do not have kids. Today was my first day of placement for a unit at University where I get to assess and criticise the hell out of teachers, or so I thought. At the moment, I'm not understanding my task very well. Inclusiveness? Ok, enough. My placement is 40kms from where my residence. It's in a town called Ipswich in Queensland. Yes, for those domestic readers, Ipswich is a shithole. It's the main headquaters of Bogans.

For those International readers, a bogan is "of a lower-class background and whose characteristics exemplify, often crudely, this background. The speech and mannerisms of a bogan, according to the stereotype, are such as to indicate poor education, a preference for cheap clothing, and uncultured upbringing. 'Bogans' tend to reside in outer metropolitan areas or large country towns," (wikipedia, 2010).

It was not a cultural shock upon entering the school that beared the name of the town. A little bit confronting, but I got down to what I did best. Anyways, highlight of the day was being sworn at by a little year 8 kid. Very memorable. If only I could've taken a picture, I'd cherish that moment for years to come.

More fun tomorrow.