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Joined: 16 Feb 2003
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 Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 2:11 am Post subject: |
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| captain kirk wrote: |
The 'deskpeople'/staff are the salesmen. They pump the place up to the parents in ladida voices over the phone. And look poncy, dressy, for when the parents come in. They distribute the phantasy of what the school is.
Meanwhile there are the teachers who 'live in the fantasy' of nothing, or reality. Who play hardball in little rooms with voices off the walls, and instead of the screech of rubber sneakers on court, the whisk of little pencils at their workbooks.
What I like about co-workers and haggie life is that it is FLOW. Maybe like everything. What I dislike about it is there is nowhere to sit down. And by sit down I mean 'exist unconditionally'. But of course it's a job and everybody's selling their services. And it's a fantasy of likes and dislikes, preferences and being disinclined.
It's presentation, surface, a game. The politics do wheelies in the wind. The nuances of mood shift and dart like whimsy. It's a soup of vanities. But somewhere in there is reality. It's just no-one wants to be there because there's no profit in it. The cake is the puffed up, souped up, tarted up, ponced up palaaver the parents expect and the desk people feed them.
So you always know where the money is equals where the reality is. Which isn't really reality. Reality is adapting to phoney expectations and meeting them. It's a constant merry go round of that kind of thing.
But kids, when you aren't enjoying surfing the politics some days, are diplomatically immune to pretension somedays, maybe most days. And adults when they, when I, forget about the lines, borders, demarcations. When it's flow. Flowing along and enjoying highlighting the magic. That's why people work in haggies. |
Haha! Great post! Yep, the kids can be a refreshing change to the whole atmosphere. |
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