10 September 2012 by thaliakr
I pretty much hated high school, and left as soon as I could.
There were some excellent teachers, some good friends, and I enjoyed every minute I spent in the music department (except playing the double bass very badly in the orchestra – the only time I found that not practising produced stress).
But when I’m run down, I still have nightmares about school. Usually I’ve been recalled to do seventh form and I have to spend a year imprisoned with other restless teenagers in uniform, being berated about wearing the wrong kind of ankle socks.
I wish, wish, wish, I could have done it this way.
Many thanks to the wonderful bluemilk for posting this.
What do you think?