I’m back. What has kept me from my blogging, you ask? Well, school these days is about as enjoyable as taking out my own appendix with my bare hands and without anesthetic. Understandably it is hard to do other things without the pressures of school. Let’s have a quick summary of where I am:
- Six years of school in the United Kingdom
- Six years of school in South Africa, just about
Plus half a grade in SA, right before I moved (for the umpteenth time). So it’s nearly equal, counting nursery school/pre-primary/kindergarten in the UK. I’ve done a lot of moving around, most of these years weren’t consecutive. I’ll take it as 13 years.
Thirteen years is an awful long time to remain in this scary way of life. And do not be fooled by people saying how school was fine in the begging. Don’t you people remember how scared you were by that one teacher who shouted at you for eating the crayons? For wanting to play the Dad instead of the Mom when you played house? Thank goodness I was never branded as hyperactive, as many of my childhood peers were, and given some meds to ‘calm me down’.
Something else had to be done to survive, though. Deciding at an early age that this real life business wasn’t for me, I lost myself in books instead. I’m sure by the 5th grade I had read every single book in the school library, most of them more than once. Both local libraries near my house were swapped in and out on rotation, depending on how many of their books I had finished. I had over 400 books at home by the age of 12, and over 500 books registered as read on my student account by grade 7. The stories were just so much better than what was going on around me. The more I read, the more I wanted to write.
After getting bored with spicing up the essay topics the schools threw at me, my first real stories starred the most interesting people in my life at the time, my teachers. A primitive form of fanfiction, if you will. I’m somewhat glad I’ve moved on from that now, though I still admit that keeping an imaginative mind helps you get past that glare you get from not handing in your homework or coming to class late.
School keeps dragging me under, but I figure it is possible to get through it. Tough to believe, I know, but it can be done. It’s only a few months left for me, after all. Less than a year and I’m out of here.
…and into college or university. Oh, joy.
She seems to like it okay.
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