I’m working on turning hardships into positives, by finding the funny side of shit, because there is...
There were 200 of us assembled in the school hall. The morning had just begun and I wanted out.
There is nothing worse than this, drowning in a sea of navy blue assholes. Everyone had navy blue shorts, shirt, jumper and socks. ‘Hi, my name is Michael’ I offered to shake his hand, but he just looked at me like I was queer. You may wonder how someone looks at you as if you’re queer, well… the corner of his lip twitches as if about to snarl, his eyebrows lower as his eyes focus on . . .
There were 200 of us assembled in the school hall. The morning had just begun and I wanted out.
There is nothing worse than this, drowning in a sea of navy blue assholes. Everyone had navy blue shorts, shirt, jumper and socks. ‘Hi, my name is Michael’ I offered to shake his hand, but he just looked at me like I was queer. You may wonder how someone looks at you as if you’re queer, well… the corner of his lip twitches as if about to snarl, his eyebrows lower as his eyes focus on . . .
Someone once told me there is no such thing as a bad child, just bad behaviour. Such words would have been meaningless had I heard them during my school days, and now as a nurse who has spent 10yrs working with school children, I'm still trying to convince myself they're true.
And while I'm still trying to figure out good and bad, I've noticed some things don't change - bullying.
Whoever coined the phrase 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me' must have lived in another universe, because words stick, while bruises fade.
But in today's world, it's not just words, but images online that the world gets to see. Humiliation has left the classroom and become an international event.
But there is a funny side to all this - there has to be - because I'm not a miserable person and this is not a misery memoir. It's a boy's adventure in one of the most dangerous places in the world, your average high school.
Come and relive the fun.