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School Days are the Happiest Days of your Life

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School Days are the Happiest Days of your Life When I was given this assignment, my initial reaction was this is easy! Half an shours writing- homework complete. Fifteen minutes later I find that it is incredibly difficult to sort out the jumble of thoughts, memories and feelings, that are fighting each other in the race to be the first to blot this pristine white page.(melodramatic, but true) I suppose I could take the easy way out, and write that looking back; my school days were happy, carefree days. The sun always shone. I had no real worries. Friends were plentiful and life was all about, fun, fun, fun. Well I could, but that would entail not being completely honest. I mean, certainly a not immodest percentage of school, (compared with life today) was carefree but by no means all of it. My over-riding recollections of school are the memories of never quite fitting in; the never quite making it into the 'in crowd.' ...read more.


At school, every deficit, both real and imagined between you and the 'in crowd' made you insecure. It could be your haircut, shoes or even just the number of pleats our gym skirt had. (Mine had none.) Plain skirts were cheaper. Positive Body Image, or lack of it in my case, was a major problem. I went through school convinced that I was fat and ugly. Fat!? I was only 81/2 stones! I would kill to be that weight again - and as for my other two attributes? My boobs started growing in p.6. By p.7, I was into my first bra- and didn't the bra-less school bully love me! By third year, my chest rivaled Sam Foxes! My bust was a shapely 34DD; couple that to a 24" waist and 35"hips, I must have had a figure to die for. So what was the problem? Well, unfortunately the girls I wanted to be like were more akin to Kate Moss than Sammy Fox; you know the type, tall and thin with no discernable bust or hips. ...read more.


I think older generations must look back on their school days through the milky glaze of cataracts, when they say that school days were the happiest. I would buy into that sentimentality about primary school, but I'm still young enough to remember the insecurities, angst and loneliness of secondary school, fuelled as they were by the raging hormones of puberty, and the overwhelming need to conform. Adolescence and school aren't any less stressful of difficult than adulthood. Your perception of life, and how you relate to it, grows as you so -as does your ability to prioritise difficulties and problems. A teenager's world is smaller than an adult; and they play the major role within it. Adults see the bigger picture, and realise that they are, unreality a very small cog. So, would I go back to my school days? If I could return with the knowledge and life experiences I have now, simply to enjoy the freedom of school; the answer would be yes! - Send me now. But to return as I was then, with all the insecurities, self-doubt and trauma that puberty, adolescence and school invariably bring? Not in a million years! ...read more.

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