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Saved by the bell...or not.
Posted by The Red Devil
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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Life in general
Lately, I've been waxing nostalgic as my past decided to reintroduce itself to me. First are the letters, pictures and other whatever I found while cleaning the boxes I've had in the storage cabinets. Out came the horrible grade school pictures where my hair defied all laws of physics. It was so frizzy, you'd think it were wire! The eyebrows! The horror!!
And then, there's high school.
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I don't know why a lot of people like high school. I hated it. I hated it with a vengeance. I still hate it.
I went to school in this quasi American run high school. It was non sectarian and followed the US style and method of teaching. That being said, that meant we didn't have to wear a uniform, didn't have to go to mass and didn't have to fear our teachers. It was actually petrifying, come to think of it, from a teacher's perspective.
Now, high school is just like grade school. You pick up where you left off. I thought, I never want to be that ugly girl walking around, pretending to be cool and desperately trying to belong. I needed a change, so change I did.
I started to wear black all the time. I used black nail polish, black eyeliner and even black lipstick. I started reading books that were way beyond the comprehension of a normal teenager - Umberto Eco, Nietzsche and Rilke. They stayed away from me. Probably for fear of cooties or I was that repulsive.
I guess that was better. I'd rather be ostracized than to be laughed at. At least this time, they weren't hurtful with their words, they just stayed the fuck away from me.
It was in junior high that everything once again changed. This boy came up to me and asked me how my day was. He talked to me - I mean really talked to me. We had a short discussion on how to set the school on fire, leaving all the lemmings in it. It was refreshing.
We became friends. He helped ease me out of my goth stage. He separated my eyebrows ("there should be two, not one. Bert is a muppet, you're not"), changed my outlook in life and even introduced me to friends - friends I'd keep for life.
***
Looking back now... high school wasn't so bad.
And then, there's high school.
***
I don't know why a lot of people like high school. I hated it. I hated it with a vengeance. I still hate it.
I went to school in this quasi American run high school. It was non sectarian and followed the US style and method of teaching. That being said, that meant we didn't have to wear a uniform, didn't have to go to mass and didn't have to fear our teachers. It was actually petrifying, come to think of it, from a teacher's perspective.
Now, high school is just like grade school. You pick up where you left off. I thought, I never want to be that ugly girl walking around, pretending to be cool and desperately trying to belong. I needed a change, so change I did.
I started to wear black all the time. I used black nail polish, black eyeliner and even black lipstick. I started reading books that were way beyond the comprehension of a normal teenager - Umberto Eco, Nietzsche and Rilke. They stayed away from me. Probably for fear of cooties or I was that repulsive.
I guess that was better. I'd rather be ostracized than to be laughed at. At least this time, they weren't hurtful with their words, they just stayed the fuck away from me.
It was in junior high that everything once again changed. This boy came up to me and asked me how my day was. He talked to me - I mean really talked to me. We had a short discussion on how to set the school on fire, leaving all the lemmings in it. It was refreshing.
We became friends. He helped ease me out of my goth stage. He separated my eyebrows ("there should be two, not one. Bert is a muppet, you're not"), changed my outlook in life and even introduced me to friends - friends I'd keep for life.
***
Looking back now... high school wasn't so bad.
