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Our Last Days At School.

So, Matric year was awesome at  school, things were pretty slack from the get go. It was all revision work that we knew, so we fucked around a lot of the time, bunking classes, vandalising class rooms with chalk,  lots of it, I’m talking about throwing whole box’s of the crap across the room at a time! Messing with stuff on the teachers desks, glueing their stuff down, nailing their drawers closed so they couldn’t open them. You name it, we probably did it.

For some reason I was elected as a deputy head leader, executive RCL and school treasurer. Go figure, I have no idea why, maybe they thought if they gave me responsibilities I would change my ways, I didn’t, I used it as an excuse to get out of classes and go to classes later than I should, saying there was a fight or what ever, when  actually, I was sitting somewhere smoking, or trying to break into the hotel bar to steal drinks. Being a Deputy leader, we had to walk lines after break, and keep everyone quiet, I had my favourites and the ones I disliked, I must admit, I really did pick on the ones I didn’t like much. Detention everyday, writing 2 pages worth of what grass sounds like when it grows, making them pick up rubbish all of break time etc etc, I was a bastard. I found out a few years later, that the one girl would go home and cry about the way I treated her. I feel bad about it now, and I’m not like that any more, but we are friends today.

We did have fun times too, well, when I say we, I mean the “bullies” of the school, our soccer field was built on some sort of old marsh type thing, at the end of it there was a HUGE hill, we would throw  all the younger kids into dustbins and roll them down that hill, and make them bring the dustbin back up to us again or they would get detention, then pick a random kid and do it all again.

We also had our favourite teachers, who we got along with really, really well. These teachers would knowingly let us bunk classes in their classes, we’d just say we were there for “substitution” and catch a nap at the back of the classroom, a few of the teachers we would actually go out with after school for drinks, and they would also let us smoke on school property, chasing all the other kids away for us, that was epic.

When our 40 days started, we fucked around so much, it was crazy, going out almost every night and getting pissed, going to school pissed, drinking at school and getting drunk at school. We all had such bad attitude and would give the teachers so much lip. I will never forget the last few days of our final exams, I hardly studied for any of them, once or twice I rocked up at school and didn’t even know what exam we were writing that day. One day before an exam, I went to the shops down the road with Craig and few others, when we got back to school, Craig was doing the whole kangaroo petrol thing, where you tap the accelerator over and over making the car jerk, at that time we had a new principle starting there, and we drove past the front office doing that, the deputy head principle, who was a bitch of note, a mini Hitler, came screaming out of the office yelling at Craig, threatening to kick him out and what not, she then told him to get his car off the school property, they had a huge argument about it because he didn’t want to park it in the street, so eventually, he agreed.. sort of, and parked it in front of the school gate, no one could get in or out of the school, and left it like that until we had finished writing our exam, takes balls to do something like that. Our very last day was insane, I remember we had some new teacher watching over us while we were writing, and when we were done, Rowan walked out the classroom into the corridor and lights up a smoke, snort, this teacher runs out after him and started yelling like a banshee, saying that she will stop Rowan from writing his exams and that he would then fail, Rowan piped back, I just wrote my last exam, what are you going to do now? I don’t think she understood him because she repeated herself. Rowan, with a big smurk on his face, calmly took a drag of his smoke, and said, what DON’T you understand? I just wrote my last exam, and walked off, she stood there speechless, while everyone else laughed at her while scrambling for their smokes.

After this little episode, we wanted to leave our mark, something that the younger ones would remember, we did a lot of shit that day before we left, mainly drinking and smoking openly in front of everyone, but Craig.. oh no, that wasn’t good enough for him. He walked up to the top of the school and fetched his car, drove it back down to where everyone was standing, and took it onto the soccer field and proceeded to do donuts on the cricket pitch, long drifts across the field, wheel spins and handbrake turns where ever he could, that was spectacular.

More about school to come later.

The end.

More about me

So, my names Richard and I’m an alcoholic, No wait, I’m a giant, 24 years old, living in Benoni. This blogging thing is new to me, so I guess I’ll just ramble on about things that interest & irritate me, people I love and maybe, just maybe, the ones I dislike.

I used to be a avid gamer, and by avid, I mean an addict and by addict I mean spending 9+ hours a day in front of my PC playing World Of Warcraft, weekends would be a helluva lot more than that, I think the only times I would get up would be to pee / eat or power nap. I’m so over that now, thankfully, it was a big wake-up call realizing I had sat in front of my PC for almost a full year, non stop, playing the same game. I have seen the light at the end of the social tunnel, and am REALLY enjoying it.

The earlier days – I was expelled from High school in Grade 9  (Std 7) for fighting, well, that’s what the principal called it, I still stand by my story, I pushed him, he fell over his own feet and his head broke his fall on a wall. I really do miss the old days at school, how awesome was it hanging out with your friends all day and having fuck all responsibilities? And if you were like me, not doing home work, after hanging out with your friends at school, we’d still go out afterwards to cause more mayhem. The shit I could tell you about what we got up to, Spray painting streets, stealing stop signs, shooting ice cream trucks with paintball guns, going joy riding, getting pissed, smoking weed, playing with huge fuckoff big fire crackers, blowing up random peoples post boxes, almost burning down a tree, falling out of a tree, passing out half naked, pissed, in a bath with the water running, skelem smoking and shop lifting. Good God, I could go on forever, more of that laters though, for now, I’ll still stick to more about me.

After I was expelled I went to hotel school, I always wanted to be a chef, ever since I could remember I was always helping out in the kitchen and cooking when ever I got the chance, I loved it! Hotel school was okay, small classes, crazy people, crazier teachers. We did allot of fucking around, it was still school, so we didn’t have the freedom of say, a college, where we could come & go as we pleased, couldn’t smoke etc etc. That didn’t stop us though, I remember bunking classes and sitting inside the hotel fridges, eating ice-cream and smoking. After the whole hotel school thing, I had the best intentions of trying to find a job right away, as soon as the holidays were over and I had had my fun.. which didn’t happen, I loafed around for probably a year or so before the parents got gatvol and made me find a job. I managed to find some temp job, working in the evenings doing embroidery on shirts and caps, that lasted a whole of 1 week or 2 at the max. I was then given a job in Currys Post, just outside Maritzburg as an apprentice chef, which was THE worst experience of my life! The hours were utter shit, the pay was worse and to top it off, the room I was living in was so small I could touch both sides of the room if I stretched my arms out. It was in the middle of nowhere, the only things we did after hours to keep ourselves amused was smoke weed, and allot of it. I worked there for about 4 months before packing up and heading home, I didn’t even give notice, I just said “I’m leaving” packed up my crap and left the next day, fuck them. That put me off wanting to be a chef, I will never do it again as a profession.

I came back to Jozi, and fucked around some more, saying I was looking for work and going for “interviews” all the while spending that time at friends houses playing games and drinking copious amounts of booze. I eventually got a job through a friend, which is where I’m still working, I wont get into that just yet, too much to talk about.

I’m tired and frankly can’t think of anything more to say. Stay posted :)