Too many questions

I don't know what to feel over the growing outbreaks of violence across the country. It seems clear to everyone speaking on the news that this is no longer related to the shooting of a man in Tottenham. Early on, the news referred to the people on the street as protesters. No, these were rioters, protesters have banners, have a plan, they don't head down to Currys waiting for the window to blow to pick up 3 iPads to sell on eBay. The attitude of the rioters you see in YouTube snippets and Twitter videos shows youths, unaffected by the consequence of their actions, exhibiting an entitlement to 'take back their taxes'.

How many of the kids you see with their faces covered have actually had the opportunity to work and pay tax?

Do some people even know what their tax is used for?

Is it the change from a manufacturing base?

The successive government attempts to deal with poverty by alternately throwing money at it and then taking it away?

There are arguments on the left and the right, but we're all to blame. Social disengagement is a slow cancer that has been eating away at this country for many years. I think back to my study of the history of WW2 when I see London buildings gutted by raging fires, when just over 70 years ago the same thing was happening for different reason. How has the culture of this country self destructed for so many?

I have more questions in my head than ever, and feel that many are already putting their point across in much better ways than I.

Some of my friends across the country have already been affected personally by the violence, though no-one I know working in public services has been injured or attacked, though I know this has happened already. I'm left with a personal feeling of sorrow, with the Olympics next year, what does an escalating level of rioting mean for our immediate future?

Good morning, please take your shoes off at the door

The carpet is new and there is still a fresh paint smell. Nothing like a new environment to make a a person feel good. I've got the coffee on, freshly ground when I have the time, but I will resort to instant in emergencies. Though I draw the line at some things, cake should always be good quality and there is no excuse for overcooked vegetables.

I have blogged in the past under various guises in a personal capacity, but I've never really got into it in a big way. However, with the start of my nursing degree back in January, I've felt an increasing need for somewhere to write down my thoughts, reflections and general ideas and opinions about the goings on in my life. Hopefully it will be a positive outlet, and not just a forum for my ego to rant, I've got a private twitter account for that.

I have another twitter account, @beardystudnurse that will serve as a trigger for these blog posts, as there are already a few things I've read on there I'd like to talk about in more than 140 characters. I'm also hoping that my general typing and skill with words will increase, as sometimes I feel ashamed of some of the stuff I write on a daily basis, and have a dissertation to start in the near future

Intentions aside, I should let you know a little more about myself if I want to keep your interest. Born in Birmingham, and subject to a bit of a rough time at school, I didn't feel the confidence or support of doing science at a-level despite decent grades, opting for a course of arts qualifications that saw me getting an average 2:2 in Classics at university.

Several years of bumming about in IT jobs saw me getting increasingly frustrated at life and warranted a change to occur, and through a roundabout process of applying to medical school and being unsuccessful, have found myself doing nursing and thoroughly enjoying it.

thanks for reading
BSN xx