My Views On School

Whoever said "My school years were the best years of my life" must have either A) been on crack or B) Had a shit life before and after school. School's nothing but a big cup of bollocks. I've been to four different schools now and I can say, there's no way in hell I'm moving schools again. In fact, this'll be my last year of school. I can't cope with it anymore.

I started off school in 1998 at Paringa Park Primary School where I was always getting involved in fights, and being blamed for a whole lot of crap I never did. In year five I got sent out of the room because someone was annoying me and I yelled at them to bugger off. Outside were people from my class making fish out of coke bottles which was an assignment we had to do. They were struggling so I offered to help... the teacher went off at me for helping them because I was supposed to be sitting there "thinking about what I had done" - so she sent me to the fucking deputy principal. I got yelled at so much for doing the "wrong thing" when my intentions were good. So I learnt from that - fuck doing good for people if I'm going to be the one that gets blamed for it.

The next year, I moved to Walford Anglican School For Girls which was full of posh, rich, spoilt kids that I couldn't really relate to. I was into skateboarding, music with meanings and wreaking havoc - something that Walford certainly didn't tolerate. Although I do have a few fond memories from Walford, I remember the bad ones a lot more easily. I never once while I was there, fit in. I was the square peg trying to fit in the round hole. I did have friends, yes, but they were few and far between. I was never academic at all, not because I'm not smart, because as up-myself as it sounds I am very very smart, I just couldn't be arsed doing the work. Not to mention, I was always so sick all the time which involved me to miss hundreds of lessons over the years I was there.
Year 9 was the beginning of the end of my time at Walford - I had a breakdown that year. Two of my friends at the time buggered off to New Zealand for an exchange which lasted a term - bringing two obnoxious and horrible New Zealand girls to our school (bloody NZers, learn to pronounce words right, you sound like tossers). They humiliated me, tormented me, hated me and somehow managed to get everyone else in the year to turn against me until I was pretty much spending recess and lunch on my own. Eventually my marks got so bad that I decided to leave there midway through year 10 and try my luck at a new school...

Brighton Secondary School. It was shit, I barely turned up, fucking hated it. Lasted only half a year.

Now I'm doing school over the phone and whereas it's better than going to a school, I have NO social life, I spend all my time on this computer because no-one wants to get to know me. FML.