I used to teach the history of sociological theory to 16-19 year olds (sometimes misleadingly known as ‘A’ level Sociology), although somewhere along the line the nature of the job changed, and I think it’s more accurate to say that I’m now more of a general children’s entertainer, which I duly recorded in the 2011 UK National Census.
I’m not going to whinge about it though, I know my place and frankly I’m just glad to have a job (doffs cap), and on occasion, between the demands of an antiquated syllabus and OFSTED’s insistence on including party games in every lesson, I do sometimes get the chance to teach some real sociology.
And lord knows Sociology is needed now more than ever – At the age of 41 (in 2014) I feel as if I’ve just escaped the shitty backwash from 30 years of Neoliberalism – I managed to get two years on the doll without too much hassle, not only was my university education free, I got a grant, I’ve got a full-time permanent job, own my flat with a reasonable interest-rate mortgage, and I just might be able to fully retire at 60 on a teacher’s pension (hopefully, the tide might yet wash over me).
However, life is not going to be so cushty for many of the students who sit in my sociology classes, and so one of the things this blog is to consider some of the problems of buying into an ordinary life and some of the alternatives some of them will be forced into adopting.
The rest of the blog focuses on whatever I feel like writing about – Maybe something to do with the A level syllabus (most of it’s pretty interesting), or maybe something about Buddhism, infographics or Extreme Early Retirement, whenever I feel like writing about whatever really.