It's not very Veronica Mars-esque of me to admit that. Or very Wallace Vennel in the context of that weird dream VM has in the season two finale.
But I love high school with like this burning passion.
I loved the uniforms. Just feeling comfortable everyday. It was like wearing pyjamas every single hour of the day and it was awesome. I loved not caring about what I was wearing. I loved being in comfortable clothing constantly and, like I've told so many before, I loved knowing that I was wearing what I would wear in a zombie apocolypse. Functional, comfortable and flexible clothing. What more could you ask for?
I loved the proximity. Having to only walk five minutes to get to and from school. In a thunderstorm, I could just run home and in 10 minutes (three for running, seven for showering) I'd be home safe and sound in warm pj's, eating two minute noodles. It was pretty epic.
I loved the familiarity. I loved being in the same place for six years of my life. Some people hate that, being bogged down. Like, people who settle down, have a family then ditch because they hate being strapped down like that (I hate people like that... you had a family, fucking live with it. Don't dump your shit on your children and spouse who don't deserve it). Whereas I completely adore it. I love knowing which bathrooms are the good ones, which of the canteen ladies will give you the best muffin (and which will racially abuse you by giving you the smallest, most pathetic muffin of all!), which patch of grass is the fluffiest, all the computer passwords of my friends and being able to abuse their printing money. It's so great. Ya'll should try it.
I love/d my friends. Good God. Is there anything more perfect then being able to go somewhere five out of seven days in a week, 40 out of 52 weeks in a year, to see your best friends in a familiar, comfortable and safe setting? Most of the time, all we did is chill. I probably did work in my maths classes about 70% of the time and the other 25% was spent chilling, talking, being dicks. See? I missed out 5% there, proof I didn't do much in maths.
This is how I see high school; this warm, fluffy blanket that I got to carry around with me for six years. Wrapped up in warmth and comfort.
This blog post is kind of sad. Like not depressing, just pathetic. I should stop doing this...
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
4 comments:
I spent a good 5 years of my life abusing high school and everything it stood for; I wanted to get out and be independent for as long as I could remember.
I fucking hate it. I used to walk to the train station with all my friends after school and it feels so indescribably odd having to do it by myself now, day in and day out. I know what you mean. I fucking miss it.
I miss having a particular seat in class. I miss being a senior and taking advantage of that and abusing juniors and pushing them in the hallways saying "Fuck off, seniors coming through!" I miss uniforms as well... it is heinous how much time I waste trying to find the perfect outfit that doesn't make me look fat. I don't even have that many clothes!!!!!
I hate the fact that high school forces you to create these bonds with people and you nurture them for 6 fucking years and then it's bam! No more friends.
It IS depressing.
-n
You know what's sad/pathetic? I agree with everything you said in this post. I really, genuinely miss high school :( I want my security blanket back.
- little m
psh, i'll tell you my pheme password if you want it.. :D
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