er, my excuses, any buddy wanted to be a truck driver or sailor? Just would be nice ter know, yer honours, would be. Just I really wanted to be one or either, or both together...
Let us leave trucks and go back to the track, though. Just watched some movie starring Keanu Reaves - Johny Mnemonic was the name, I believe
What the point of this post is, or would have been if I haven't had so much work on my hands right now to make it more like a post than short remark - the places like this (i.e. BD) will help us avoid turning human society into internet horror they've pictured in the movie.
PS. Mithalwen, I know what you talk about,
. My experience may have been even worse, as I was only slightly older than my students for one, and, worst of all, we all lived in the same neighbourhood, which in Georgia is like what you get in the South of Italy or on Sicily - everybody knows everybody and is 'in league' against any kind of authority. Hence,
my authority as a teacher equalled zero, though I have had some influence as a pal. But for my spectacles, I may have had more success, but stern behavioral pattern is not applicable when carried out by bespectacled youngster who dislikes shouting
and have been seen about carrying
a violin!. Horror, horror, playing violon is not a thing we real men do! Alas for my pedagogical career.
cheers