05-17-2006, 02:12 AM
Ahh, Highschool... I don't have that much memories of that place, I don't remember my old classmates, I don't remember what batch, I don't remember the nicknames they gave me... I don't even remember the name! It was Romanian, and I never could pronounce it right.
At ages 12 and 13, highschool was pretty fun, the disecting, the chemical compounds- the young teachers who never seem to stop being cheerful even when provoked...
Well, the security back than was... how do you say this... "okay". Not to tight.. as in PROTECT THE PACKAGE tight... and not to loose, as in "The kid's got a nuke- let him in before he gets late" loose- it was... meh. I can say not bad.
Well, I don't know much about highschool, because right after my dad died (when I was 13), my grandpapa decided that I should get private tutors... (if you read my previous rants, you'll know what hell-spawned woman I was stuck with.)
Now she was SUPER TIGHT. I swear- she hits me. I chew gum- she hits me... with a chair. I whistle, she hits. I smile- she gets suspicious, and hits. I breathe to loud- THUD.
Lol, I can't remember a single day when I wasn't yelled at, humiliated, hit, slapped, pricked, made to bleed, starved (not allowed to eat during sessions, according to her- it messes with the study.) hehehe- well, those stuff. I was stuck with her for what? 6, maybe seven whole years? (She was there even after my grandad died when I was 15!) Hell- it felt great to be rid of her...
At ages 12 and 13, highschool was pretty fun, the disecting, the chemical compounds- the young teachers who never seem to stop being cheerful even when provoked...
Well, the security back than was... how do you say this... "okay". Not to tight.. as in PROTECT THE PACKAGE tight... and not to loose, as in "The kid's got a nuke- let him in before he gets late" loose- it was... meh. I can say not bad.
Well, I don't know much about highschool, because right after my dad died (when I was 13), my grandpapa decided that I should get private tutors... (if you read my previous rants, you'll know what hell-spawned woman I was stuck with.)
Now she was SUPER TIGHT. I swear- she hits me. I chew gum- she hits me... with a chair. I whistle, she hits. I smile- she gets suspicious, and hits. I breathe to loud- THUD.
Lol, I can't remember a single day when I wasn't yelled at, humiliated, hit, slapped, pricked, made to bleed, starved (not allowed to eat during sessions, according to her- it messes with the study.) hehehe- well, those stuff. I was stuck with her for what? 6, maybe seven whole years? (She was there even after my grandad died when I was 15!) Hell- it felt great to be rid of her...