Nostalgic rant!!!

Today i had a "conversation" with a friend from primary school on FaceBook, which got me really thinking about my primary school days...

My Primary School days were what i commonly refer to as a COMPLETE "Abortion" of note! Yeah, i will never forget my primary school days just because of how craptastic they were at times...

I remember my first day of school... it went something like this... I cried as i kissed my mom goodbye because i wasn't sure if she was going to come back for me... Then i walked in EVER so slowly through the tall brown-bricked buildings, there were just kids everywhere, staring at me as if i someone had drawn a "Dick on my face!"(Did i mention i love MOVIES?:)... Can't blame them, when i think back though, if i was there and i had seen my then self walk in there, i would STARE at myself too!

Anyway, so there i walked, looking SUPER lost... Trying to hold back the remainder of the tears deep inside my tear ducts, while the "renegade" tears made their way down my cheeks. My brown hair MESSY as ever!(Old habits DIE HARD!) and probably my most "turn heads" attribute were my TEETH! When i was in grade 1, my teeth looked like they had gone through ten cigarette making factories one after the other... You see, i was an asmathic kid, so i took some strong ass medicine, which done "wonders" for my baby teeth!... It's okay though, the "shades" of brown matched my HAIR COLOUR! Thank goodness for TWO sets of TEETH! :)

I was too afraid to ask anyone, where Sister B's class was, so i wandered around like a miniture lost "fart" for like ten-twenty minutes! I then heard a bell, suddenly the kids were gone... it was just me and the grass... i began to take deep breaths... My vision blurred... My chin shook... i cried! "Hey you over there!" Came the loud, intimidating voice of Sister B. "Come here." She ordered, immediately showing me what a friendly nun she was! :)...(I was in a Convent School)...

Anyways after a long ass discussion about where i was suppose to be, i was finally on my way to her class... Arriving there, she coerced this kid into being my friend for the week... So there i was, stuck in school, missing my mom, surrounded by kids and semi-demented nuns and one 'friend" who was just there to save his own skin.

At break time, i needed to take a SERIOUS SLASH... Was to shy to ask for the bog, so i went walking around, doing the typical "twist and shake" dance that makes that urge to SLASH go away for a while... Then there they were, just waiting in anticipation to be showered with "praise"... Sister Michaels' beautiful flowers... I stopped doing my "twist and shake" number and just let it all out... Little did i know that, Sister Michaels' "right hand ASSHOLES" were watching me!(Prefects)... So i got into quite a bit of SHIT, already on my first day! Come to think of it, i wonder if those flowers weathered that "Storm"? :)

But those really were the "good ol' days"... Except that Heineken didn't come in miniture form!...DAMN! :)

Stay tuned- Ciao! :)