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Last week I talked about Otis’ school and what companies could learn from it.
At a time where everyone seems to want to prepare their kids to ‘win in life’ by focusing on hard skills rather than soft, I swear helping kids learn how to express themselves openly – as well as deal with conflict in positive ways – is going to be even more useful for their future given the times they experience will be fluctuating far more than we have today.
But that’s not the real point of this post, this is …
Yep, that’s me.
At 11 years of age.
About to go to ‘big school’.
And while Otis’ kindergarten is focused on helping him express his feelings without limits – aided by teachers who openly treat all his emotions with validity – it seems my school was concerned in turning me into a corporate toady, as demonstrated by the absolutely HUGE school badge on my pocket, let alone the tie and shoes.
18 Comments
what. the. fuck.
Comment by andy@cynic May 17, 2018 @ 6:20 amhow is it possible you look older then than you look now.
when did you ever look so polished and put together.
this has mindfucked me to my very fucking core.
The bigger question is what happened to him to end up at he is? I know Nottingham is rough but that’s PTSD standards of decline.
Comment by DH May 17, 2018 @ 6:35 amMeeting you lot is what happened to me.
Comment by Rob May 17, 2018 @ 7:33 amyou were fucked up before you met me. i just didnt know how fucked up till i saw this photo.
Comment by andy-cynic May 17, 2018 @ 8:34 amyou look like some smug conservative candidate from the 80s. i just cant get over this.
Comment by andy@cynic May 17, 2018 @ 6:23 amI think I prefer a 1980’s, BBC television weather man.
Comment by Rob May 17, 2018 @ 7:33 amIf you think your school was trying to turn you into a corporate toady, they probably worked out they’d failed when you got your legendary low maths score.
Comment by DH May 17, 2018 @ 6:37 amCutie.
Comment by Jemma King May 17, 2018 @ 6:51 amThank you Jemma. You fool …
Comment by Rob May 17, 2018 @ 7:33 amI am glad I met you later in life.
Comment by George May 17, 2018 @ 7:19 amMe too … for both our sakes.
Comment by Rob May 17, 2018 @ 7:34 amAs smart as you looked on your wedding day, this is smarter. Very impressive.
Comment by Lee Hill May 17, 2018 @ 8:25 amhe wore birkenstocks on his wedding day. i fucking hope he was smarter than that when he was at school.
Comment by andy@cynic May 17, 2018 @ 7:31 pmI’m scared.
Comment by Bazza May 17, 2018 @ 9:37 amyou should be fucking petrified.
Comment by andy@cynic May 17, 2018 @ 7:30 pmPudding basin haircut? Check.
Blazer bought a couple of sizes too big, so it will last past the first year? Check.
Getting a bollocking for ‘hands in pockets’? Check.
(We’ve all got a shot like this in our closet, Rob. Mine is worse).
Comment by Ian Gee May 17, 2018 @ 10:10 pmimfuckingpossible.
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