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Monday, 6 June 2011

School of life…



I was flicking over someone’s facebook page and they had a reunion type page and for some reason I decided to type in the name of the last high school I attended – I went to a few schools – and up popped all these names I had not heard of in years…and pictures of the pukeable school uniforms we had to wear. What memories. Some were bloody ghastly ones and others were okay. Looking back over those names and those awful uniforms I realized how far I had come and once more how I never saw the point of high school. I never learned anything of any value. I have always believed the best lessons came from real life and not the rarefied atmosphere of socialized institutions designed to repress spirit and free will. But yes, memories have their place. In this case? The girl I was in high school is the woman I am now. They just didn’t get that then.

2 comments:

anny cook said...

I'm not even remotely the girl I was then...

Amarinda Jones said...

I have never changed. I'm just a older version of that girl