My secondary school

I'm not long back from my lunchtime stroll. 

I get 30 minutes for lunch, and unless it's absolutely hammering it down ⛈️, I always make time for a walk. 

I'm not interested (in case you're wondering) in the number of steps I do. Instead, I take time to bring myself back to the present moment — not that I've really got a choice.

Don't ask me why, but, today, I started to think about my secondary school (I started aged 11 and left in June 1983 aged 15).

I thought: 

"How the hell did I go from the worst-performing school in these parts (then and probably now) to qualifying as a lawyer?"

Not that that amounts to much — if anything! — but quite a number of my year ended up doing bird. That's prison in case you were wondering. 

As to the rest...?

Who knows, but given the lamentable standard of education and support, they hardly had the best start in life.

To be clear: I didn't leave school and then decide on a career in law. I trained as a mechanical engineer before jacking all that in and starting in recruitment. And I was very, very average as a student. Trust me, I was more interested in sport than education.

In the end, my decision to go to University was inspired by nothing more than a challenging question from the Human Resources Director of Northern Foods who, in essence, told me (and I believed her) that if I didn't get a degree, I wouldn't amount to jack sh*t. 

Quite why I chose law is a mystery. In hindsight, perhaps I should have studied psychology or theology. 

Never mind.

That was then.

Now is, well, now.

I don't regret doing a law degree but perhaps I could have been smarter in how I applied it.

But, as I've said many times here and elsewhere, we might have various wants — e.g. I want to be a lawyer — but we don't will our wants. 

Anyhow, I'd better get back to work. It's nearly the weekend. Daughter #1 is off back to London and she's already prepared tonight's supper and a slideshow of her travels around South East Asia. I can't wait.

Blessings ❤️, Ju. 

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knowing psychology would help being a lawyer
thinks like neurolinguistic programming
so you can read their verbiage and body talk
to know when a client is telling the truth.
knowing if your client is a psycho or sociopath would be good
so you avoid getting caught up in their drama.
think knowing how to read their writing would give you more insight too.

Terry pratchett has his lawyers as Zombies
they know the letter of the law and seem to be immortal
so they perpetuate it well. he gives them excellent memories.
verses other writers of zombies
that lose their memories along with their humanity.

my god son went from a computer analyst to study again
and became a lawyer. don't know what his specialty is
but he'd switched to being a mormon about that time,
and I think they paid for his schooling.
there's a whole lot of the story I'm missing.

there's not many murder mysteries from the view of the Lawyers
or the butler even though they can be main characters.
the last one(black wood mysteries) it was the lawyer that was behind a egging the guy on doing a series of murders,
women as sexual manipulators seems to be a thread in those stories,

still its from the veiw point of the detective.

glad you were well enough to work
hope your new challenge is interesting.