The entire time I was in high school I couldn't wait to leave. But it's only when you're an adult paying rent and paying for your own food you realise how good you had it back in the day. I mean have you seen how expensive toilet roll is? For real? Being an adult sucks. I miss everything about high school from the canteen politics of who sits where to the joy of finding out you have a substitute teacher. The only thing I don't miss is maths. I hate maths maths can die. I didn't do particularly well in any of my exams largely due to spending most lessons seeing how much makeup I could apply in an hour. Turns out it was a lot. A science teacher once said ''Natassia you cannot physically get any more makeup on your face will you put that mirror away''. I think I probably chuckled for a second then carried on applying mascara. I failed science.
I personally hated our school uniform as there was no way of making a polo shirt look girly, so I over compensated by wearing trousers so tight I'm amazed I could even walk. I wasn't alone though - shoutbout to all the Solo models! I remember my dad weeping while looking at me with my jet black hair, 4 layers of eyeliner and orange foundation that was 6 shades darker than my neck in my stripper trousers. ''where did I go wrong''.
Then there was the gossip. All my school reports since Primary school said I was a ''chatterbox'' and high school was no different. Gossip was what made high school worth while. Any morsel of gossip considered worthy of sharing went round the entire year like wildfire. If someone came to school with a love bite you'd never hear the end of it. And that person is automatically considered a slag if female/sexually advanced if male. Sexist system from the get-go isn't it. Breakups were a topic of public interest too and would be discussed by everyone it's just the way it was. You want to recover from your breakup in private? That's a shame 32 people in Art are discussing it right now ''who dumped who?''
Riddle me this; who still uses their high school email address? Who actually made an appropriate enough worded email address that it's still usable as an adult? My dad bribed me to change mine when I was in year 11. He couldn't handle receiving emails from his 15 year old daughter ''sugarlips_9000'' any longer. I die inside when I think about the MSN days.
Then there was Bebo. I remember spending 45 minutes of an ICT lesson trying to find a proxy site to go on Bebo for 10 minutes. Bebo caused more drama and breakups than anything I have ever known in my life but in hindsight was absolutely hysterical. If I could've done a GCSE exam in Bebo I'd have got an A* I loved that shit. Nothing was more time consuming than trying to find an appropriate flashbox video. Christ alive.
What do you miss about high school? I could talk about the ''getting drunk in a park every Friday night'' memories but my dad grounded me for 3 months when he found out so I'm not gonna remind him here....ahem.
