High School Days
I guess I don’t like change. Currently where I work there are many changes occurring. Specifically, people here who perform the same job function as I are quitting here. Most notably of course is Haberchic. If you read her blog then you already know. She plans on working ‘till the end of summer, so at least I’ve got some time to wrestle with that reality.
She and I were talking this morning about High School. We both went to very large schools. We were both unpopular in school and very intimidated by the “In” crowds. It made me think about how when you meet someone as an adult, it is hard to imagine them as a teenager. Someone I work with here thought that I HAD to have been a cheerleader for example (nothing could be farther from the truth actually). But at work I am very confident and outgoing. In life I am very comfortable in my own skin, and I like who I am. Back in school though, I was a Wallflower. I tried to blend in and draw as little attention to myself as I could so as to avoid drawing the wrath of the “in” crowd. I did okay with that I guess, but as a result many people (popular or not) that I knew in school don’t remember me.
So, comment here about High School. Were you popular? Were you a nerd? Did you ever tease or taunt or bully anyone (I did not). Did you love High School? Or like me would you rather take a sharp stick in the eye than go through that again? (course if I could go back now as my current self, like in that Drew Berrymore movie… that would of course be tempting).
posted by Pepsiqueen! @ 9:39 AM
11 Comments:
heard it before
I was an uncool Ferris Bueller. I had friends in most cliks I think.
I'm hoping someone posts at least one painful memory...
I loved and hated it
I had my own clique where I was paopular but to some other girls group I wasnt
Oh, I was very popular, Mary. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adored me. They thought I was a righteous dude.
I suppose that high school over here is senior school (11 to 16). Honestly. The first couple of years I applied myself. I was a good boy. A good student. I was top of the class in a lot of subjects. I had a lot of friends in school, in all sorts of cliques, but none that I hung about with after school. (Nothing has changed there.)
At 14 my Dad died and I lost a lot of interest in school. I drifted and coasted through exams. I passed some and others I didn't. I disapointed a lot of people and one day I just stopped going.
I would never in a million years go back to senior school.
Oh Wow, that is terrible.
I was thinking a sad story like 'this girl made fun of my hair'.
But Pynchon that is awful. I can only try and imagine what it would be like to lose a parent at that age. It must've been horrible. I remember my teens as a time of turmoil, I suppose mostly due to the usual reasons (hormones etc...) Kids go through so much at that stage of life, but to throw in a major blow like that would really turn things upside down.
Oh and here, it is usually divided into three schools: K-5th or 6th, then 6th or 7th grade to either 8th or 9th respectively (which we call middle school or junior high), then High school which is 3 or 4 years depending if you start there in 9th or 10th grade. (they should just call it hell).
Have been trying to wrack my brains for a bad memory for you... but I loved my third senior school; it was one of the best times of my life!
First senior school was OK, although I was one of the quiet and unnoticeable ones. I remember being so chuffed when Jimmy Van Der Plank (the boy every girl wanted and every boy wanted to be) complimented me on my rock cakes in Home Economics (he actually gave me a thumbs up, but that was like a Fonzie "Hey" back then!).
Second senior school was diabolical. I think I've blanked most of it from my mind. I just remember horrible, strict teachers, a chaffing uniform, constant PE lessons, and the shock of being white and yet in the minority (the school was mostly Asians because of the area it was in) and therefore having hardly any friends I could connect with. Although I remember one girl, Rina, teaching me some Gujarati...
Third senior school, I ditched the knee length white socks and buckle shoes, brought a long skirt and embroidered shirt, and found my own identity. I didn't do as well as I should have done by exam time, but I had a really good time and our year group was really close. One of my good friends back then lost his dad just weeks before the GCSEs and the entire year pulled behind him, helping him out with homework and supporting him. Even the teachers were impressed with our attitude. If I could relive anything again in my life, right now it would be those three years...
Wow, I so cannot relate. If I could go back to any time, it would be my 23rd year of life.
I think it was my most fun year.
It was the first year me and G dated.
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