Dying without a bonus

As we read of more managing directors getting bonuses that we could only dare to dream of, we also see cuts made in public sectors; less firemen, less nurses, less council workers. The government is playing a macarbre Robin Hood role, but instead taking from the poor and endlessly supplying the mega rich. Today I heard about a little boy who's social worker is campaigning to get him his own defibrillator and the NHS are refusing him due to cuts in the public sector. So far the government have promised to cut council funding, money to the emergency services and the NHS; footballers earn millions of pounds a year and save no one's lives, yet people who are crucial to society are being deemed worthless. A banker will not die without another million pound bonus, our society will not cease to function without footballers, yet this little boy could stop breathing is he doesn't receive a defibrillator soon. He is unable to speak for himself, but is he could, he would not be asking for millions of pounds or VIP treatment, he is asking for a right to a better life; he is asking for the right to keep breathing, something which we all take for granted every second of every day. I looked around me and think we must live in a sick and twisted world to think that people who are dying are being denied basic medical treatment; we are not a fair country in any way, shape or form. While bankers sit around, destroy our economy and steal from the public, this little boy keeps smiling and struggles to even lift his foot out of his wheelchair. As the famous song goes, "What a wonderful world" eh?

Education

I had such an interesting discussion with my English teacher today about the point of education. Earlier on in the day I had had to sit through physics with my teacher who believes education is purely for the purpose of passing exams. Luckily in English we put the world to rights and we all agreed it was to inspire someone to love a subject. A really successful teacher is someone who can make a pupil love the subject so much that they explore it even after the exam is over. I will always love English and always have, but I think that during the gcse course I have fallen in love with it. I am fascinated; I could listen to a lecture on English lit or lang for hours on end. I always scribble far too many notes. I have a really interesting topic that we discussed in English that I was jot down in a post tomorrow, but for now I shall go to bed.