They weren't mistaken!
Now I can talk, I've been to two (NO I did NOT get kicked out! What kind of girl do you think I am? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way...) and I blew up a science/physics lab in a third (Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies) but in its own was high school was fairly interesting...
Girls’ High…more fun than it sounds, I swear, taught me a lot of things. Apart from lessons and that I learnt how to play the clarinet, how to hide my feelings, how to be bitchy and how to act like the world revolves around my footsteps. I modeled, I fought, I made friends with lesbians and Bi’s (And NO rumors are so full of shhh not ALL girls an all-girl school are lesbian, there was an all-boys school down the road =P) I had good times and bad but mostly how to be referred to as “Lady” and not turn around to see who the person was talking to =P I don’t think I would have stayed there even if I wanted to though. My first two years there I was quiet. I hibernated in the library, I did all my work the week before and I practically devoured every book in that library. In my last year and a half I got comfortable with where I was and started being me. Outspoken, stubborn, impulsive, childish…I am all those things and more. The teachers remembered my name not one girl in my entire year had never spoken to or was on good terms with “Kit-Kat” even if she did just know me because of a fight I somehow got into and till this day I still don’t get how I get involved…but as they say, if I care about you, I’ll “jump” for you. I, unfortunately, was very notorious in that school, but anyway…
Greytown Secondary…back to my roots (And in case you’re wondering I had no choice whatsoever, I had to transfer) which is where I had to behave. Not that I didn’t behave…it’s just in a place like Greytown, if you take one step out the house, before you leave the driveway your mother is calling you from the other end of town swearing you and saying this one’s neighbor’s daughter’s blah blah blah….saw you leaving the house and where are you going? (OO.) (Speaking from experience here) so yeah…can’t mess around in Greytown. Especially since my family is well known… but in a place like Greytown Secondary, who you are and where you come from doesn’t matter. What matters is what you do. There is no control in that school whatsoever. You get people walking around bunking class and teachers can’t do anything about it. Then you get the drug dealers and the smokers, you get the sexually active, the teacher’s suck ups, the soon –to-be parents (Im SERIOUS…in my matric years 6 girls were pregnant…and one of them gave birth one morning and came to write her paper in the afternoon =O) and lastly semi-normal people. I was one of the few semi-normal (although as I have mentioned, somehow I always got into trouble but I was always found innocent in the end) but my last year of school went by too fast. I behaved, although I had fun I did my work and was a few teachers’ pet and everyone knew me yet again but that was because of who I was, not what I did and for some strange reason unbeknownst to me I was popular… Apparently I was voted Miss GSS (But that’s just looks and I’m not even pretty), the principal was my uncle (Just coz we have the same surname! As if…), I always helped people who asked no matter if I knew them, I was best friends with the Head Girl and I made everyone smile…I don’t know about the first two but the last three is right. But yeah I miss those days sometimes…
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