Karma's a bitch!

 Today, I mentored a bunch of girls from the local high schools through a program run through local council.  It was concerning money matters and budgeting.  As it turned out, I wish I'd had something like this when I was a youngster... I made every single mistake they covered!  Would have been nice to avoid them, but I guess they were mistakes I had to make (credit cards, ignoring bills, borrowing interest free but never making payments, pyramid schemes, putting leases and bills in my name only, taking loans to cover credit card debt but not paying the credit card debt fully... the list goes on and on and on).

Anyways... the title of this post is Karma's a bitch... why?

When I was at high school, I was a little prick.  I was cheeky, thought I knew it all (some things don't change) and thought my angelic face would get me out of any trouble I found myself in.  I'm sure some teachers found me charming (hell, I'm a smart cookie... but also a bit of a clown), and I'm also more than sure I caused quite a few of them a headache or two from time to time.

So, this morning... out of all the tables in the hall, I pick the one full of troublemakers.  Highly intelligent girls who were easily distracted and, of course, all sitting on the one table together.  They talked non stop, doodled, drew on each other and were just generally disruptive.  At first, I remained calm and gave them a few little 'Girls... come on'.  Then, while trying to complete an exercise, I lost it.

'Girls!  I've given up my day to come here and volunteer to try and give you a better future.  I didn't have to do that... I could be at home watching friggin Supernanny, but I'm here and the least you can do is give me the respect I deserve.'

Ouch!  It certainly shut them up though - for a little while anyway.   It also totally re-confirmed my decision to change my degree from 'Secondary Teaching' to 'Media Arts'!

Here's to you teachers out there... You guys are incredible!