[insert opinion about this is why it's important poor kids have access to the same education opportunities as rich kids, and not just be brought up thinking they have to study something that gets them a job, here]
For those asking, Christian Ethics & Religious Studies was:
1) Basics of philosophy/ethics and how Christianity absorbed/co-opts. Everything from Plato to J.S. Mill 2) Old/New Testament and how to CRITICALLY assess them 3) In depth look at another religion (Sikhism for me)
Indeed CE/RS is arguably the one that gave me the most life skills quickest:
1) Foundational understanding of logic and how to think through problems in a logical way 2) How to actually analyze unreliable narratives 3) My first real awareness of how everyone is really the same.
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"Why don't you have a degree in Web Design or Digital?"
My answer was simple:
"Because they didn't exist when I started doing this."
But I was in that room, having been asked to apply for that position, BECAUSE of my study choices.
Those A Levels and my degree (History, with Theology, Philosophy and Religious Studies @YourStMarys ) taught me transferable, broadly applicable skills.
Skills that turned out to be perfect for an industry that didn't really EXIST until I was already at uni.
Trying to explain to #notMyCat that he just needs to talk to #alsoNotMyCat and say that he's flattered, but would prefer just to be friends.
I know, kid. But some of us just can't help being gorgeous. It's just a burden we have to bear. Even if all we really want out of life is snacks and warm duvets.
It's all just part of growing up.
You'll get used to it.
Christ. Whilst I respect his emotional anguish. This is worse than an episode of Dawson's Creek.
Counting Crows 'Raining in Baltimore' pops up on the random rotation and instantly jumps me back 20 years of my life emotionally.
If you ever saw a random guy wandering about in a long black trenchcoat at 3am down Hounslow West in 2002, looking emotionally lost, listening to Counting Crows and consoling himself with fried chicken... It was probably me.
Don't hate me for who I am. Blame Napster and the Matrix.