It ends today!
I am leaving my summer cottage and going back to the city, and back to work.
There’s always an air of sadness connected to it, but I look forward to starting a new year at work, even though it means getting up at an appalling hour.
It got me thinking about the start of the school year.
How you’d be excited for the first few days, meeting up with friends, catching up,
smoking cigarettes in the loo and gossiping.
After the initial enthusiasm passed, you’d be faced with 9 months of utter hassle and boredom, counting down the days for summer to come again.
I guess I was considered a bit of a bad girl at school.
I loathed it there, couldn’t stand the process and spent most of time coming up with ways to make in bearable, like cutting corners, cutting classes,
smoking in the loo.
It wasn’t until my final year of secondary school, and then at university, that I actually gave a damn and my dad still think it’s hilarious that I’m a constant student and I teach people for a living.
Believe me, I see the irony in it🙂
I was wondering what type of pupil Richard was.
We know he was shy, so I doubt he hung out with the “cool crowd”.
He doesn’t seem particularly geeky or overly bookish, so I don’t think he was a nerd.
Maybe he started smoking in secondary school too and would sneak off behind the bike shed for a puff.
What do you think?
All I can say is that maybe if the boys at school looked anything like Richard, I would have actually stopped by there more often😉