Too few to mention...
The problem with working in a school is that you are consistently reminded of what a complete moron you were when you were about 15.
Oh, I have the pictures, (carefully hidden away from any potential lovers eyes) of the wonky home cut fringe and the growing out blonde streaks. I have the memories of crying for a day when Bros split up, and I know for a fact that I smoked a cigarette and kissed a boy under the influence of martini at teen-scene circa 1992. But what you really do forget is how important everything was. Days and days to plan planting a secret valentines card in a boys locker, hours and hours spent plucking your leg hair because your mother wouldn't let you shave your legs. Plotting and planning to be allowed to go and see a 15 film at the cinema without an embarassing parental appendage... and then the hours preparing to walk into your local pub and request a diamond white.
Two solid days spent in the company of the year 11 girls (from the girls school - obviously) has rectified this. All the characters from my past were there, on the coach in glorious technicolor.
There was the girl with the perfect relationship, buying chocolate for her boy
There was the girl who looked unbelievably cool in everything she wore, even with bin bags attached to her feet in a trench
There were the stroppy girls who made you feel bad for liking school and the quiet girls who need everything explaining twice.
Then there was the girl like me.
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(8.12.05 09:24) *deep sigh*.. Im afraid i had a giggle at the tweezers on the legs.. yes yes oh yes... haha.. I watched 'never been kissed' the other night and that is the perfect movie to take you back in time... and remember that infact we are all the same, just in a different time. Cheers chicky. x |
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(8.12.05 09:47) what was the girl like you like? |
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(8.12.05 10:41) Yes, what was she like? |
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(8.12.05 11:32) You cried when Bros split up? Well good for you! |