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» The Weird Kid In Class
Odd
This was a Croydon comprehensive in the early nineties and this guy used to use a briefcase as his schoolbag. He always made sure it was securely locked as he was ultra paranoid that someone would want to steal or disrupt his rock collection.
This rock collection was his pride and joy, he used to have one of those address book things were you pressed the letter and it popped open to the appropriate page, however in his case instead of having names and addresses of his friends (ahem) and family, he had the names of the rocks beginning with that letter - neatly listed. He used to show this address book off with alarming regularity - despite the beatings he would get for it.
He never walked anywhere he would only run, but in a really bizarre arms by his side, body tipped forward, legs kicking out at the back way - and always with his briefcase flapping against his leg.
I blame all this on the fact that his parents had a Nissan Sunny and used to have floral cushions and a floral tissue box cover on the parcel shelf.
(Fri 19th Jan 2007, 14:56, More)
Odd
This was a Croydon comprehensive in the early nineties and this guy used to use a briefcase as his schoolbag. He always made sure it was securely locked as he was ultra paranoid that someone would want to steal or disrupt his rock collection.
This rock collection was his pride and joy, he used to have one of those address book things were you pressed the letter and it popped open to the appropriate page, however in his case instead of having names and addresses of his friends (ahem) and family, he had the names of the rocks beginning with that letter - neatly listed. He used to show this address book off with alarming regularity - despite the beatings he would get for it.
He never walked anywhere he would only run, but in a really bizarre arms by his side, body tipped forward, legs kicking out at the back way - and always with his briefcase flapping against his leg.
I blame all this on the fact that his parents had a Nissan Sunny and used to have floral cushions and a floral tissue box cover on the parcel shelf.
(Fri 19th Jan 2007, 14:56, More)
» School Trips
French Exchange
I went on a french exchange trip with school when I was about 13. For the most part it was brilliant with muchos flirting with the boys culminating in a mass waterfight in a french theme park.
However, my exchange was let down by the rubbish exchange partner i'd picked. Laetitia was 13 going on 6. On the first night following a day trouping round parisian museums I got back to Laetita's flat at about 6.30, to find her already in her pyjama's dancing round her bedroom to Cotton Eye Joe, complete with thigh slapping, foot stamping and yeehaa's.
At the weekend we went to Laetitia's house in the country, which she told me had a swimming pool, alas no, when we got there it had a hole in the ground which the french dad and his french friends were in the process of building. The only time we left the house all weekend was when we got taken on a trip to the local fishfarm, let me tell you once you've seen one rectangular pool full of fish, you've seen them all - there is no need for a three hour long trip.
To add insult to injury everyone else from my class had been to the local waterpark that weekend and had spent a day riding slides, playing in the waves and splashing each other.... I think i may have actually cried.
(Fri 8th Dec 2006, 15:15, More)
French Exchange
I went on a french exchange trip with school when I was about 13. For the most part it was brilliant with muchos flirting with the boys culminating in a mass waterfight in a french theme park.
However, my exchange was let down by the rubbish exchange partner i'd picked. Laetitia was 13 going on 6. On the first night following a day trouping round parisian museums I got back to Laetita's flat at about 6.30, to find her already in her pyjama's dancing round her bedroom to Cotton Eye Joe, complete with thigh slapping, foot stamping and yeehaa's.
At the weekend we went to Laetitia's house in the country, which she told me had a swimming pool, alas no, when we got there it had a hole in the ground which the french dad and his french friends were in the process of building. The only time we left the house all weekend was when we got taken on a trip to the local fishfarm, let me tell you once you've seen one rectangular pool full of fish, you've seen them all - there is no need for a three hour long trip.
To add insult to injury everyone else from my class had been to the local waterpark that weekend and had spent a day riding slides, playing in the waves and splashing each other.... I think i may have actually cried.
(Fri 8th Dec 2006, 15:15, More)