I SPENT MUCH of secondary school trying to avoid secondary school.
School was graaand, but I’d rather not have been there.
With the benefit of hindsight, I now realise that the classrooms and corridors of the community school I attended played host to some of my fondest (and funniest) memories, but as a 15-year-old I failed to see this and made a concerted effort to avoid showing up at every available opportunity.
Naturally I wasn’t alone in this, but anecdotal evidence tells me that there exist varying degrees on the ‘skipping school’ scale.
Some people would have gone with traditional ‘sickies’, others might have skipped in and out of classes, and then there were the kids who would rather stand outside in the rain than endure an afternoon of double classes.
I was no stranger to a sickie or a skip by any stretch of the imagination, but I definitely became worryingly accustomed to the third option.
In fact, I regularly spent my ‘school days’ avoiding detection from teachers and parents while loitering in remote areas of my town.
With drizzle fogging my glasses and dampening my school jumper, I would delight in the fact that myself (and whoever else chose to join me) were beating the system and socking it to the man.. so to speak.
Sure, this was the life!
Now, as a (semi) functioning adult, I wonder how I ever came to the conclusion that that particular option would ever trump a day chilling in classrooms.
But what about you? Where did you draw the line when it came to skipping school?
