High school
High school is an inevitable stage in life that everyone has to go through. For that impoverished kid carrying an AK47 somewhere in the rebel camps of Somalia, school is just an improbable stage in his life that will never be attained. Before the establishment of the first Dutch settlement in South Africa,I don't think that our forefathers were subjected to twelve years of schooling and a further three years of tertiary. To be honest, I’ve never been fond of this inevitable stage where I had to be subjected to five years of being bombarded with gibberish and moving around the whole day from class to class like a somnambulist. The thought of being awarded a matric certificate was the only thing that kept me sane and motivated. If it wasn’t for this dream, I don’t think I would have survived a day wearing that dreadful uniform and being restrained behind those gigantic gates. The reason I say my school uniform was dreadful is because it was similar to that of checkers supermarket worker (green striped tie, navy blue pants and white shirt).
Those of you that like reading between the lines probably think that the reason I hated high school was maybe because I was a victim of bulling or had some traumatic experience on the school grounds. Sorry to burst your bubble but you are wrong. A day at school was not a reenactment of a Yizo-Yizo episode nor was it a jolly place with unicorns and butterflies all over a field covered in bright flowers. It was just a neutral place, in contrast to the schools nowadays, which have become breeding grounds for future alcoholics and porn producers - if you watch the news, you’ve probably came across the unfortunate incident where students started taking video footage of another female student being sextually assaulted. I don’t want to sound like a grouch, so I’ll let you know that not all was gloom and doom in high school. I’m quite grateful for the fact that I got my matric certificate and managed to associate myself with people who I now call best friends.
The reason I wrote this piece was because of a question someone asked. The question was “Don’t you miss high school at times?” and without any hesitation I‘ll gave you a monosyllabic reply saying, “NO!”
I guess now you know why I gave this unusual response.
Cheers!!
Those of you that like reading between the lines probably think that the reason I hated high school was maybe because I was a victim of bulling or had some traumatic experience on the school grounds. Sorry to burst your bubble but you are wrong. A day at school was not a reenactment of a Yizo-Yizo episode nor was it a jolly place with unicorns and butterflies all over a field covered in bright flowers. It was just a neutral place, in contrast to the schools nowadays, which have become breeding grounds for future alcoholics and porn producers - if you watch the news, you’ve probably came across the unfortunate incident where students started taking video footage of another female student being sextually assaulted. I don’t want to sound like a grouch, so I’ll let you know that not all was gloom and doom in high school. I’m quite grateful for the fact that I got my matric certificate and managed to associate myself with people who I now call best friends.
The reason I wrote this piece was because of a question someone asked. The question was “Don’t you miss high school at times?” and without any hesitation I‘ll gave you a monosyllabic reply saying, “NO!”
I guess now you know why I gave this unusual response.
Cheers!!
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