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Post by kiwistokie on Jun 18, 2017 6:09:15 GMT
mine told me during the 5th form that I should leave school as it was not for me, I had the last laugh as I was making get out of class passes and selling them to those with a few pennies. Ended up doing ok, but no thanks to the 1 that could not do his job
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Post by onesteino on Jun 18, 2017 14:25:46 GMT
I went to Connexions when I was 17, out of college and unemployed. Told the bloke I wanted to do an apprenticeship as a joiner. The youth sent me for an administration apprenticeship at a place down Etruria. I lasted 2 minutes in the interview as I explained I didn't want anything to do as an administrator. Found advice like that a waste of time in my personal experience. 15 years later and I'm in teaching.
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Post by fentonbadger on Jun 18, 2017 14:55:07 GMT
We had a Mr Slight. The wisdom he imparted wasn't even that. Truly wank. I had the same guy Elystokie, at Berry Hill in the mid 70's - in the four years I was there he spoke to me once, I think it would have been in the April before I sat my O-Levels. The audience lasted all of 2-and-a-half minutes and the 'advice' I was given was so memorable that I'd forgotten it by the time I'd got to the school front doors. His approach seemed to be to advise anyone from the top say 10% to go for A-Levels and a chance of a university place, and everyone else was lumped in the same pits/pots/Michelin pigeon-hole. I reckon he saw everybody in that final year within a week, so god only knows what he did for the other 51 weeks of the year - bloody Santa Claus had a longer working year than Mr. Slight! He even had his own little detached office, in a curious octagonal block in the middle of a courtyard unless my dodgy memory is playing up again... I always wanted to be an engineering draughtsman, and that's what I became regardless of any advice that I received from so-called professionals. My mum and dad backed me which is all that mattered to me at the time, and I'd like to think I made a pretty good fist of it.
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Post by elystokie on Jun 18, 2017 15:35:42 GMT
We had a Mr Slight. The wisdom he imparted wasn't even that. Truly wank. I had the same guy Elystokie, at Berry Hill in the mid 70's - in the four years I was there he spoke to me once, I think it would have been in the April before I sat my O-Levels. The audience lasted all of 2-and-a-half minutes and the 'advice' I was given was so memorable that I'd forgotten it by the time I'd got to the school front doors. His approach seemed to be to advise anyone from the top say 10% to go for A-Levels and a chance of a university place, and everyone else was lumped in the same pits/pots/Michelin pigeon-hole. I reckon he saw everybody in that final year within a week, so god only knows what he did for the other 51 weeks of the year - bloody Santa Claus had a longer working year than Mr. Slight! He even had his own little detached office, in a curious octagonal block in the middle of a courtyard unless my dodgy memory is playing up again... I always wanted to be an engineering draughtsman, and that's what I became regardless of any advice that I received from so-called professionals. My mum and dad backed me which is all that mattered to me at the time, and I'd like to think I made a pretty good fist of it. Yep, that was the fella, he thought I'd be going to 6th Form, I told him I wasn't interested and that was pretty much it. I remember the strange octagonal building as well, I think he must have had other stuff to do as well as 'career advice' - I can't see anybody getting away with doing so little for their wage, even in the seventies, fuck knows what it was tho'. You must have been a year or two ahead of me, I left in '77.
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Post by fentonbadger on Jun 19, 2017 0:12:58 GMT
I had the same guy Elystokie, at Berry Hill in the mid 70's - in the four years I was there he spoke to me once, I think it would have been in the April before I sat my O-Levels. The audience lasted all of 2-and-a-half minutes and the 'advice' I was given was so memorable that I'd forgotten it by the time I'd got to the school front doors. His approach seemed to be to advise anyone from the top say 10% to go for A-Levels and a chance of a university place, and everyone else was lumped in the same pits/pots/Michelin pigeon-hole. I reckon he saw everybody in that final year within a week, so god only knows what he did for the other 51 weeks of the year - bloody Santa Claus had a longer working year than Mr. Slight! He even had his own little detached office, in a curious octagonal block in the middle of a courtyard unless my dodgy memory is playing up again... I always wanted to be an engineering draughtsman, and that's what I became regardless of any advice that I received from so-called professionals. My mum and dad backed me which is all that mattered to me at the time, and I'd like to think I made a pretty good fist of it. Yep, that was the fella, he thought I'd be going to 6th Form, I told him I wasn't interested and that was pretty much it. I remember the strange octagonal building as well, I think he must have had other stuff to do as well as 'career advice' - I can't see anybody getting away with doing so little for their wage, even in the seventies, fuck knows what it was tho'. You must have been a year or two ahead of me, I left in '77. Nope, I left in '77 same as you, so I guess we went to school together without even knowing it. I was one of the ones who DID go to the 6th Form, but after I got my A-Levels I got a job rather than pursue the degree route. I then did day release to get my ONC/HNC and ultimately got my professional qualifications after that, so everything worked out in the end. I suppose to get back to Chuffed's original post I'd say this: I had a reasonable idea of what I wanted to do when I left school, but I know of a lot of lads my age who didn't have a clue - even the ones I was at the Sixth Form with (who were a damn sight brighter than me) didn't really have a plan in their heads of what they wanted to do when they were say 22-25. But the only one who can really make that decision is you. I was fortunate to have a genuine diamond Technical Drawing teacher called Roberts who saw I had a bit of potential as a draughtsman and who gave me real advice rather than the guidebook-claptrap that the likes of the Career Advisor would have provided. Theres an old and over-used saying about 'those that can do, and those that can't teach' which I don't necessarily subscribe to totally, but there's no doubt that down amongst the media lecturers are people like Mr Slight who have absolutely no concept of what the working world is like outside of their little bubble - they've been isolated by the fact that they've never worked outside of a school, but worse than that their knowledge (and hence their advice) is 30 years out of date. So my advice for what its worth is to talk to people you actually respect, your parents, your older friends, the good teachers (and their are a lot of them about too) before you even meet the Careers Advisor, as that way you can tell HIM what you want to do rather than him telling YOU what he feels you are fit for. Just my four-pen'orth, and I'll get down off my soapbox now!
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Post by elystokie on Jun 19, 2017 5:42:20 GMT
Yep, that was the fella, he thought I'd be going to 6th Form, I told him I wasn't interested and that was pretty much it. I remember the strange octagonal building as well, I think he must have had other stuff to do as well as 'career advice' - I can't see anybody getting away with doing so little for their wage, even in the seventies, fuck knows what it was tho'. You must have been a year or two ahead of me, I left in '77. Nope, I left in '77 same as you, so I guess we went to school together without even knowing it. I was one of the ones who DID go to the 6th Form, but after I got my A-Levels I got a job rather than pursue the degree route. I then did day release to get my ONC/HNC and ultimately got my professional qualifications after that, so everything worked out in the end. I suppose to get back to Chuffed's original post I'd say this: I had a reasonable idea of what I wanted to do when I left school, but I know of a lot of lads my age who didn't have a clue - even the ones I was at the Sixth Form with (who were a damn sight brighter than me) didn't really have a plan in their heads of what they wanted to do when they were say 22-25. But the only one who can really make that decision is you. I was fortunate to have a genuine diamond Technical Drawing teacher called Roberts who saw I had a bit of potential as a draughtsman and who gave me real advice rather than the guidebook-claptrap that the likes of the Career Advisor would have provided. Theres an old and over-used saying about 'those that can do, and those that can't teach' which I don't necessarily subscribe to totally, but there's no doubt that down amongst the media lecturers are people like Mr Slight who have absolutely no concept of what the working world is like outside of their little bubble - they've been isolated by the fact that they've never worked outside of a school, but worse than that their knowledge (and hence their advice) is 30 years out of date. So my advice for what its worth is to talk to people you actually respect, your parents, your older friends, the good teachers (and their are a lot of them about too) before you even meet the Careers Advisor, as that way you can tell HIM what you want to do rather than him telling YOU what he feels you are fit for. Just my four-pen'orth, and I'll get down off my soapbox now! I was quite happy getting me £4 a week off the dole after I left school, then my Dad marched me up to Trentham Area Workshops and got his mate to put me on the NCB apprenticeship scheme, great bunch of lads but I hated the job, left there to be a trainee manager on a pottery factory and wasn't keen on that either :/ So I joined the Navy and did another apprenticeship! Completed that one tho' and ended up doing 14 years I suppose in defence of the useless twat he probably saw our only hope being Pits, Pots, Steel or the Mich by and large, I tried 2 of em, couldn't see either of the other two being much different and when I looked at blokes 20-30 years older than me on those places I just couldn't see me being there at their age. I think personality testing should play a large part in career advice, probably not available in our day but there's enough stuff of that sort about nowadays to provide some useful guidance.
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