Writer's Block: School Daze

[saffiter]

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I actually enjoyed middle and high school or, just plain high school as we called it. Good group of friends, relatively decent school...

... it was primary school I was miserable in it. Year 5 was... well, it's pretty much a blank to me. I don't really remember much of it (yay for selective mental blocking!). I was the quiet, shy kid in the back of the classroom that didn't speak much. I also had really bad eyesight and the relief teacher we had (our other teacher was kicked out because of influential parental *cough*rich snobs*cough* manouvering) didn't believe me when I said I couldn't see the board.

I also had absolutely no self-preservation at that age and if I thought someone was being stupid I'd tell them so.

Anyway, I had the teacher victimising me because I had to keep running up to the board to read the problem, run back to my desk to write it down, work it out, and then do the whole process again. This took me a lot of time...and the teacher would hold the entire class back because of it. (I do remember her saying to me "I have the worst eyesight in the world and I can read that board" and refusing to move me further to the front 'cause it would mess up the alphabetical seating) and a group of popular girls decided that they didn't like me.

I got beaten up.

A lot.

I'd go home crying with bruises up my arms and the teacher we had (same one that didn't believe I couldn't read the board) didn't see anything even when I was being beaten up in the back of the room while she was in there!

I don't really remember much else, it's kinda a blank, but I do remember one day that one of my friends dragged me to the office to report it, my parents complaining to the headmaster and he pretty much threw it all back on me 'cause one day I had enough and fought back. When the girls were asked why the picked on me they replied that they just didn't like me.

I got to have a week off school 'cause Mum and Dad pulled me out of the place and enrolled me in one of the other, Catholic schools in the area. This was 3 weeks before the end of the year.

Did it have a lasting effect one me? Yeah, it did. While I was kinda shy before, I went really quiet after that. It took years for me to trust anyone again (The girls that were beating me up, they used to be part of my group of friends).

Nothing ever came of the situation. My parents wrote a letter to the Board of Education, nothing. They sent a copy to the school and, aparently, it got passed around the staffroom and all the teachers had a good laugh at it.

If I ever have children, I'm never sending them to an Australian State School. Never.

Comments

[traveling-storm.livejournal.com]

Your parents do indeed sound awesome. :D My mother only told me one thing in regards to high school - to let whoever wanted to start something hit me first. Then, when I killed them (and she said that exactly) I could claim self-defense. ^^

I never had any real friends until I left school and went to work at the call center. Made my best friends there to this day. ^^ I'm envious of your 'floating' ability. ^^;;

[masi-tfoot.livejournal.com]

Awesome is a good word for them ^___^. *laughs* I like that reasoning (wish it had worked on my primary school principal. He basically said I was at fault 'cause I fought back after nearly a full year of tormenting and abuse).

Dad's very protective of "his girls" (Mum and I) and Mum... Mum's Irish. 'nuff said. Dad's Dutch and I got the temper from both sides (I like to tell people that "I'm half Dutch, half Irish. Which side would you like to piss off first? *smiles sweetly*")

I've only really kept in contact with one of the friends I made in high school, the rest have drifted away. Most of the friends I've kept in contact with were made at Uni (I now live with one of them and we're so alike it's scaring the two males in the house) or in China.

[traveling-storm.livejournal.com]

Your principal was an asshat. Simple as that.

LOL, the Dutch side. Never mess with the Irish. Being part Scot, I'm not about to start that at ALL. :D

I prefer having friends I've made outside of my home town (hell, home COUNTRY). More to talk about, more places to visit!

[masi-tfoot.livejournal.com]

I would've said something a little stronger, but arsehat works.

*Snickers* "You can tell a Dutchman...but you can't tell 'em much" (true fact!)

The Irish side of me is more inclined to start swinging and then ask questions later.

I've only managed to visit one of the friends I've made outside the country, but it was great to see her!