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THE SCOTT WALTERS SITE

Hello again guys, I was really struggling for a name for my website a couple of years ago, then as I was searching for an old friend from the U.S., I got curious as to what people looking for me would find, so using Yahoo I searched for Scott Walters. Even being a gimp gets you on the internet, I was top of the results page, yes that's right the Wolverhampton Scott Walters. I was above the Scott Walters who is currently working for the Red Cross in Liberia, the Scott Walters who runs his own IT Consultancy in Toronto, Canada, above the Scott Walters the Australian Preacher. Top of the pile having not achieved anything or contributed to world society in any way other than to have a blank MI5 file sitting in the bomb-proof vaults under the Thames in London, and it's all due to www.thewolvessite.co.uk who actually named me when they added my link to their site (thanks guys!!). The Wolves page has gone, replaced by an article I update every so often, I am still a Wolves supporter (before any of the vultures say anything), it's just that having nothing to write about other than Wolverhampton Wanderers Football Club portrays me as 1) a very boring individual 2)have as much of a CV as an Albanian asylum seeker 3) very poorly organised as it may seem that I sit there and think about football all day instead of rigorously attempting to rectify my academic situation. What can I say? I am relatively boring, and I decided I should have my own space on the internet back again. I may have the academic record of a mollusc, but at least in one way I will have something which screams my name out to the world out there. Something that would say "this is me, this is Scottt Walters". Hence the new if not unimaginative name!

The great thing about having your own website is that you can swear when you like. I would like to say at this point that it is my political opinion (which I am entitled to as a fundamental element of a modern democracy) that Tony Blair is a hapless Bush/arse kisser and that the day he has to pack his stuff into little boxes and leave Number 10 will never come quickly enough.

That sorted my political inclination out. Now to basically who I am.

Having left Wednesfield High School in 2001 for S.Peters Collegiate School, I saw my grades go from As and Bs to Es and Us, my self-esteem and confidence fell through the floor with them. I still am not certain why this occurred, however I do understand that the reduced effort and negative complacency (telling yourself your smart when you quite clearly aren't) I indulged in after I realised this drop in performance did not help at all.

I AM PISSED OFF WITH MY FUCKING A-LEVEL RESULTS. There I said it. The problem is I should have said it 2 years ago and done something about it while I could instead of telling you now. Some of you may be going through a period of this and you too will reach this stage of thinking. Some people have recently had setbacks in their AS results, so did I.

Some people have said to me that they are failures, that's a pile of bullshit. The only people who are failures are the people that give up, because they then, and only then, fail themselves. At several points over the last couple of years in particular I would happily have stood up in morning worship at S. Petes and declared that I felt like a failure, that's because I did and sometimes today I still do. I rode my luck and gained a place at the University of Hertfordshire, not the greatest educational institution in the world but at least it's something, I got there with a D in German and a borderline pass in Physics. Not many people at University with grades like that. I could have given up and got a nice little admin job and earned approximately Ł15k a year and gained promotion a couple of times already, but I kept turning up at S.Petes at 8:10am every morning, I still attended every lesson, even though it frustrated, humiliated and depressed me because everyone else understood and learnt and I didn't seem to, to the point that sometimes I went home and deliberately harmed myself because I hated my inadequacy and even myself so much.

It's 03:12am on Saturday morning, the 22nd wet day of November. 3 months into my course, a 4 year BEng Aerospace Engineering degree. I am student representative of my course, responsible for the welfare of more than 50 of my fellow Aerospace candidates, they are of many backgrounds, Iranian, Chinese, Italian, Irish, Greek, Cypriot, British the nationalities are all there and I even have a couple of girls on my course, a rarity in Engineering and a very welcome presence indeed. I play hockey (badly) for the University at second XI level, but something more important came from this. On Thursday nights I "train" (we play a game or mess about, never anything else) with the mixed Hockey team, yes that does mean girls (and I know what certain associates of mine are thinking about my motivation for attending these sessions, you are wrong) as well, not just me and the poofters. It is more of a social gathering than anything, but I am not exactly a great social person, but I find working in a team much easier now because of it. Finally after 2 months of phone calls, being told I have been rejected for a sponsorship scheme I did not neven intend to apply for, and a lot of support from Lieutenant Rich Hendy, ACLO at the Birmingham Area Careers Liason Office, my application SHOULD be being processed by the Royal Navy and subject to passing a medical examination, Admiralty interview board and Examination I will receive a tidy sum of Ł4000 per year to study my course after which I jump on the Navy ladder at sub-Lieutenant and at least Ł24,000 per annum (subject to surviving RN basic training). As soon as I get a good job, hopefully move into this really nice house in Welwyn Garden City (Leather sofas, Kitchen diner suite, fully furnished), maybe even with a couple of nurses from my Uni, oh, and get into the RN, my situation should be pretty nice. I will update you with all the biz when I get the time (Sunday).

My point is, your life may be shite, but something completely out of your control, or more commonly something well within your sphere of influence can turn it all around. In my case it was a fresh start I badly needed, but for you it could be almost anything. Keep striving to be who you want to be, nothing and nobody will stop you if you show enough courage, determination and a little bit of good fortune to do what you want, and when you achieve what you want to achieve you will be happy and others will look up to you, and rivals will fear you.