I went to a school for a few months, the end of the year before highschool.
I tried very hard to make friends and made a couple. Two girls and two guys. I hated the school, the principal only cared about the popular people, and the sporting side of the school. Sporting achievement meant everything.
He had heard from my parents that I was a runner. I achieved highly in N.Z. in Zone Sports, and could bet every guy in the school over 100m. I also was a 800m champ, long jump champ and cleaned up the cross country every year I competed.
Yes when I was young I wanted to be an Olympian. Marianne Jones was my childhood hero. Unfortunately this has been somewhat tainted now by her drug scandal. :o(
I was immediately accepted into the school though it was full, due to my sporting capabilities. We didn't know this was why though. My ankle was still healing from smashing the bones to bitty pieces in it, and I couldn't compete, needless to say my principal made my life hell for it.
I hated that school, worse, the people I had made friends with were going to a high school which you have to have you name down for YEARS before if you want to go to it.
I didn't start high school at the beginning like most people. We were still new to the country. So I just wasn't at school for the start of the year. I missed all the important things like, orienteering, making friends, the start of year camp which introduces you gradually into high school life.
I was still in holiday mode.
One morning, we were all driving. We passed a high school, Dad said, hey isn't it about time you go. I was like 'yeah... probably should be looking for one...'
Dad turned in to the school to my dismay. Went into the office. Within 5 minutes I was talking to the principal. Then my parents talked to her as I sat out in the office lobby.
They came out and said I really should miss more of the year.
They walked me to the clothing store brought me a uniform, and told me to go to the office when I had changed. They said goodbye. - I was confused as all hell.
15mins ago we had been driving to breakfast.
Now I was alone in a high school for the first time in my life, scared stupid. It wasn't even a Monday. I went to the office and they gave me a time table and told me where the class I was meant to be in is.
Half way through the class I had to whisper to the person next to me,
'Sorry. Can you tell me what is the name of the School we are at?'
---- Isn't the choice and fit of high school meant to be a big thought about, discussed deal???
0 comments:
Post a Comment