Ok so not much changes
Ok so nt much changes
Whilst on a visit to see my Mother and Father last week, my mother decided it was time for me to collect all my childhood belongings and take them with me when i left. What had i done? It was like I told her I was Gay all over again!
Apparently she just thought it was time I had them amongst my belongings. So much for being able to take that special someone to my parents and being able to scrounge through all your old stuff. It isn't quite the same when they are at your house. And it's not like she doesnt have the room for them. My parents just built a small mansion which my Father also refers to as our inherritance. The house I dont mind, I must admit. It will be worth a lot! Not that by the time it gets shared around between all of us that there will be all that much, not to mention I will be around the age of 50 when they even start to think of dieing.
So here I am with all my report cards from High School and Primary. I was reading my year 1 report in which stated, 'Often talks out of turn'. I thought this was quite amusing - nothing much changes
I did notice though, as you do when you look back, that there were certain trends that I failed to pick up on at the time, or if I did, I hardly seemed to care. I was a cruser. I did the work, most the time, and got above average grades for it. However now, as I am sure many of us do, I think, I should have tried harder. If i was a little more studious I would have achieved awesome results I am sure.
leaving primary school into secondary school saw me as one of the highest ranked students. That soon began to fall as other factors came in.
There were things I wanted to do in senior school that I never did. Call it peer pressure or whatever. I did not go to senior school in an environment that strived for academic excellence. A stark contrast to where I had schooled in my junior years in sydney. I think they were just happy if you turned up and didnt cause trouble. I think there were even very many students that they hoped actually wouldn't turn up at all. If you did attempt to work, other's would just bump your table, your chair, knock your stationary to the floor.
Even as an average achiever, ridicule for good results still spilled out. Some people say it was because others get jealous. I do not think this is the case here. I think mostly they thought you were weak. It was a school were drugs were prevalent. Crime was above average. Many times I would totter off with my 'freinds' at the time, to a lane way around the corner to watch them all pack a cone or 3 and chuff chuff away on it.
In summer it was stinking hot, with ony a few ceiling fans circulating at a speed that if you held a piece of shredded paper to, would almost stop.
In winter it was freezing, the heaters, unable to be started due to missing igniters. mind you, you didn't think too much about the lack of heat while you were trying to avoid being zapped by the class clowns up the back with the same igniters that were meant to start the heaters with. And don't worry, if someone beat them to the igniters, a compass would do.
It was a school were students could drive teachers out of a class room, sometimes crying, simply by ridiculing their clothing "where do you go if you got no dough....? St Vinnies" was one tune that was regularly beated out. Or if you get a hair cut that resembles a german war helmet, particularly if you drive a 1960's Volvo. And what chance is there that the teacher can even check your work if you arrange the tables so that he can not get his overweight body down the isle?
A school that lacked any respect. you could almost hear from the other end of the school grounds the commencement of stop watches when the principal stood at assemblies to address the school. I think the record was 43 minutes or something of the likes. Even the teaching administration would doze off.
I guess it wasn't all bad at the end. I did get out. But I wish i was resiliant enough to have been able to block all that out, and strive for more of what I wanted.
Though I did learn from it.
Dont let any one stand in your way. Because those people are merely a blink in ones lifetime. I forever, have to live all my life with me.
Whilst on a visit to see my Mother and Father last week, my mother decided it was time for me to collect all my childhood belongings and take them with me when i left. What had i done? It was like I told her I was Gay all over again!
Apparently she just thought it was time I had them amongst my belongings. So much for being able to take that special someone to my parents and being able to scrounge through all your old stuff. It isn't quite the same when they are at your house. And it's not like she doesnt have the room for them. My parents just built a small mansion which my Father also refers to as our inherritance. The house I dont mind, I must admit. It will be worth a lot! Not that by the time it gets shared around between all of us that there will be all that much, not to mention I will be around the age of 50 when they even start to think of dieing.
So here I am with all my report cards from High School and Primary. I was reading my year 1 report in which stated, 'Often talks out of turn'. I thought this was quite amusing - nothing much changes
I did notice though, as you do when you look back, that there were certain trends that I failed to pick up on at the time, or if I did, I hardly seemed to care. I was a cruser. I did the work, most the time, and got above average grades for it. However now, as I am sure many of us do, I think, I should have tried harder. If i was a little more studious I would have achieved awesome results I am sure.
leaving primary school into secondary school saw me as one of the highest ranked students. That soon began to fall as other factors came in.
There were things I wanted to do in senior school that I never did. Call it peer pressure or whatever. I did not go to senior school in an environment that strived for academic excellence. A stark contrast to where I had schooled in my junior years in sydney. I think they were just happy if you turned up and didnt cause trouble. I think there were even very many students that they hoped actually wouldn't turn up at all. If you did attempt to work, other's would just bump your table, your chair, knock your stationary to the floor.
Even as an average achiever, ridicule for good results still spilled out. Some people say it was because others get jealous. I do not think this is the case here. I think mostly they thought you were weak. It was a school were drugs were prevalent. Crime was above average. Many times I would totter off with my 'freinds' at the time, to a lane way around the corner to watch them all pack a cone or 3 and chuff chuff away on it.
In summer it was stinking hot, with ony a few ceiling fans circulating at a speed that if you held a piece of shredded paper to, would almost stop.
In winter it was freezing, the heaters, unable to be started due to missing igniters. mind you, you didn't think too much about the lack of heat while you were trying to avoid being zapped by the class clowns up the back with the same igniters that were meant to start the heaters with. And don't worry, if someone beat them to the igniters, a compass would do.
It was a school were students could drive teachers out of a class room, sometimes crying, simply by ridiculing their clothing "where do you go if you got no dough....? St Vinnies" was one tune that was regularly beated out. Or if you get a hair cut that resembles a german war helmet, particularly if you drive a 1960's Volvo. And what chance is there that the teacher can even check your work if you arrange the tables so that he can not get his overweight body down the isle?
A school that lacked any respect. you could almost hear from the other end of the school grounds the commencement of stop watches when the principal stood at assemblies to address the school. I think the record was 43 minutes or something of the likes. Even the teaching administration would doze off.
I guess it wasn't all bad at the end. I did get out. But I wish i was resiliant enough to have been able to block all that out, and strive for more of what I wanted.
Though I did learn from it.
Dont let any one stand in your way. Because those people are merely a blink in ones lifetime. I forever, have to live all my life with me.