Its not been a great day. Another interview didn't work out. I went diving last night and I shall write about that experience. Last night it was decided I should give into my midlife crisis and love the sea again. Why not? It seems so old fashioned these days. I tell my students about my adventures as a child.
How I sat reading books on dead sea captains in a bright pink bedroom with rows and beautifully kept model horses. And then I had my own adventures. I can't remember the first time I heard of sailors like Nelson. I just remember the day I saw his picture on the wall as a girl of 9. And then I had my own adventures with the sea cadets. I wish I had kept that going but one day I stopped. I guess young people cant always keep up with things their peers don't understand.
No one at school understood my love of the sea, which is sad, considering we were Portsmouth children. The sea is born in us. How can we forget?
One of my students today told me they fear the sea. I feel no fear, only respect. But I understand why they fear. It's a vast expanse.
I told some of my other students how I fear for the younger generation, that the natural tendency for children to seek out adventure but they will just stay in with ipads and computers. But perhaps I am just showing my age at 37.
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