Showing posts with label structure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label structure. Show all posts

Wednesday, 19 October 2022

Structure: the challenge

 Another week after the last ten days of grown up turbulance and general crazyness as I spin a copy of the HITS 3 compilation with hits from Summer and mid Autumn of 1985 with a few relective bits.

I'm a lively subject hopping sort who could introduce a talk about one thing and divert a couple of times as that interests me more or go to do one thing, start two others and finally do the fourth.

I've always been this way probably with having the combination of autism and adhd, concentration isn't one of my strong points, getting bored and antsy quickly so people mithering about structure are likely to be ignored or reacted against strongly.

Yet it is the case that sometimes at least you need a modicum of it just to see you cover all your needs in the course of a week, such as buying domestic things, responding to communications and seeing people such as doctors.

Running a forum isn't easy for some of us, and with that from time to time we can have struggles with things being posted anywhere or new threads started where they really is little need and just a different entry on a common topic would be better served within an existing thread than another.

That's apart from people who get themselves banned which is rare and try to reinvent themselves with new back stories but their past just seeps out like a leaking jug and the cycle continues.

Saturday, 8 April 2017

Boys own?




One thing I feel is that in general boys do benefit from being educated in an environment where the class is just of boys because the teaching and social education can be better tailored that which boys alone do much better at.

I can recall the difficulties in trying to pick books for a co-ed English Literature class as the class interests divided, very evenly along gender based lines which is why some some schools do have boy or girls only classes for certain subjects

So absorbed in our reading, we fail to notice our mud laden soles probably requiring a spot of chastisement somewhere down the line.