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).