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My Secondary School Prom

I was watching an episode of the US TV show Greek today. In it, it turns out that the main character did not go to his high school prom because he could not find a date. That got me thinking about if I’d posted about my secondary school prom on here. I checked, and I hadn’t. So, here it is!

As you might remember, my school was an all-boys one. So how did we have a prom, I hear you ask? Well, we had a ‘sister school’ which was all-girls, so every year we had our prom together. It made sense, right? Wrong! The thing is, the other school was a lot bigger than ours and, as such, there were about double the amount of girls than boys. It was very awkward from the start, with all the guys clustered together in one corner.

A friend of mine arranged for a few of us (all guys) to take a limo to the prom from his house. That was the best bit about the whole night really. To be honest, I did not want to be there at all, but I had to because of my parents. Soon after we got there, there was a buffet, but the food was awful. I couldn’t eat any of it. I hang around with my friends for a bit but they soon went up to the dance floor.

I felt very awkward sitting there alone quite near the dancefloor. I did not want to be there really. I certainly did not want to dance, never having done so before. I sat there for a while but soon had enough. I retreated towards the back of the place, at a table almost in complete darkness, and just sat there, constantly filling my glass with orange juice from the several jugs of the stuff on the table. I pretty much spent the rest of the night sitting there. A few times a couple of girls would wonder over and asked me if I was ok. Some asked if I wanted to dance. I said that I did not. They were all very pretty, which made it even more difficult to say yes. One lot even had their picture taken with me, randomly.

I wouldn’t say I regretted what I did that day, as such. At an event where we were too young to be allowed alcohol, I was never going to be able to get up and dance. (In fact a similar thing will be the subject of a later post). Yes, it was a missed opportunity, perhaps. It shows how introverted, shy and risk-avoiding I had become by this stage. Yet, looking back, it was the peak of my introversion. I was about the start (sixth form) college where I would come out of my skin. Admittedly, since I started uni, I have fallen back down the slippery slope. I blame this mostly on J-O: why risk trying to make new friends when you have a nice girl waiting for you on Skype in the evenings? So now I’m left with just a few friends here, who are not even close friends.

Oh well, things could be worse I suppose…


A Prison

Fight, fight, fight!
The guys yell
In moves authority
They all dispel

Out in the yard
Everyone’s talking
Some play games
Others are walking

The bell tolls
It’s back to work
They all trudge back
Some do smirk

Back to the cells
Where we are taught
This male institution
Where battles are fought

The last day of a teacher
He yells out
This is a prison
You’re trapped, he shouts

In our hearts
We know it’s true
Here there’s just men
We’re the unlucky few

It’s affects still ring true
I don’t know how
To deal with girls
Four years away from now

So here I write
Regaling how
My all-boys secondary school
Has ruined me for now

When did you have your first kiss? I’ve not had mine yet, and was wondering at what age most people have theirs. Please take my poll:

The Belgium Trip

This is another post in a series, about my secondary school experiences. This is about when we went on a trip to the battlefields of France and Belgium in Year 10, and is an unusual post as it is almost completely positive.

We took the Dover-to-Calais ferry over to France on a coach. The ferry trip was entertaining because one of my friends kept complaining about feeling sea-sick so we kept ribbing him about that. When we were on the coach (I’m not sure when it exactly developed) some of my classmates asked what the driver’s name was, and he said it was Tony. From then on, every time went in the coach everyone would chant “Tony, give us a wave! Tony, Tony, give us a wave!”. Tony would wave, and everyone would cheer. It soon developed further than that, with people chanting “Tony, tell us a joke, Tony, Tony, tell us a joke!” and “Tony is a legend, Tony is a legend, na na na na! Na na na na!”. Eventually, they adapted the Southampton signature chant to go “Should I be Tony, or should I be Hall (one of the teachers), this’ what she to me, ‘wash your mouth out son, and get your father’s gun, and shoot the Hall-y scum, and support Tony”. That was so funny, I was in stiches.

But the more important thing for me was the various battlefields and memorials we visited. We visited the Vimy Ridge battlefield, but didn’t go to see the memorial, but was very interesting because of the preserved trenches. We visited the Beaumont-Hamel Newfoundland Memorial, which contains the infamous danger tree (although not the original), which was particularly moving. We also visited the Thiepval Memorial, which was so large, with so many names, that you help but be moved looking at it. The most important place we visited though, was the Menin Gate, where we saw a march of veterans e.t.c and heard the Last Post. It is such a moving event, I almost cried. I recommend everyone should visit there at least once in their lifetime.

The Confrontation.

I have decided to do a series of posts on my secondary school experiences. This one is about a confrontation I had with another boy, who was really annoying me.

There was this guy in my school, he was one of the ‘bad’ or ‘naughty’ kids. He was a tough character, and thought he could do what he liked. One week, he’d evidently decided to pick on me. He kept annoying me, picking on me the whole week. One day, after he did something particular annoying (I forget what), I became angry and I decided I’d had enough. I said to some people that I was going to confront him at lunchtime.

Well, by lunchtime, as you can imagine, I was panicking. I couldn’t fight this guy, I was (and am) a weakling, and, to make matters worse, everyone was expecting me to do something. One of my classmates came up to me and said “are you going to fight him then?” and I made the feeble excuse “well, I can’t find him anywhere…”. Well, that didn’t really wash – he offered to find him for me. And he did.

The confrontation was short. He punched me, rather lightly, really, and I ran away. Nobody really made much of it, but I was certainly never stupid enough to ‘mouth off’ about beating up one of the other students again. It was a good reality check, a good way to ensure I try to control my emotions better in the future.

The Bullying, Annoying W****r

This is another post in a series about my secondary school experiences. The one is about this very annoying person who kept taunting me about my friendship with one of my female friends.

I am a Roman Catholic, as you probably guess by my introductory post about this series. As such, when I reached 14 I did my confirmation. Both E and A did confirmation with me (it was where me and him fell out) and along with them, several of my schoolmates. One of these ‘schoolmates’ was somebody that didn’t like me and always annoyed the hell out of me.

One time, during one of the sessions, I was sitting next to E and put my arm around her in order to tap her on her opposite shoulder, in order to turn the wrong way to find out who did it, as children do. This guy saw me doing this, although I obviously didn’t realise that at the time, and didn’t think it mattered anyway.

Well, it turns out it did matter, to him. He decided that he’d seen me put my arm around her, decided that I liked her, and decided to taunt me about it in school. So he did – for a few weeks or so. Every time I saw him, he’d go “[My name] likes E (well, he’d say her name obviously)”. It was the most annoying thing I’d ever experienced.

One day though, I snapped. I’d had enough. I hit him, several times. He tried to fight back, so I began to furiously kick and punch him. Even though I’m not strong, my punches and kicks couldn’t have been that hard, it was a furious attack. I was very, very angry. After a while he managed to escape my reach, and ran off.

Unsurprisingly, he never bothered me again. Who said violence never achieves anything?

Secondary School Series of Posts

I have decided to write a series of posts about my experience of secondary school, since I was not blogging at that time, and many of my experiences in that school shaped my current personality.

To give you some background, my secondary school (for you Americans, that’s basically high school without the last two years, after which we go to ‘sixth form collages’, then university) was an all-boys Roman Catholic school. As you can imagine, it was a veritable hell. Most of the students were very angry teenagers who loved bullying the weaker ones. I wasn’t quite one of the weak ones, but somewhere in-between, since being as I was, in top set, they couldn’t really do too much to me because I could talk to the teachers about it, and action would be taken. However this was a power I rarely used – only once, as far as I can remember, during those five years. There were a minority that were very nice, and those people were mostly my friends, however distantly.

Being out of contact with the opposite sex for so long, having as I did little social interests in which I could meet girls, did a lot of damage to my self-confidence and general perception of women. Since I had little contact, any I did have generally involved me feeling very uncomfortable and trying to get out of there as fast as possible. The bullying (although in all honesty I received very little direct bullying, but the general atmosphere was bad enough) also severely dented my self-confidence.

All this, combined with losing my best friend early on after a misunderstanding (which I should probably, really, properly explain at some point exactly what happened) pretty much destroyed my self-confidence and pushed my into a lonely social corner in which I found myself increasingly turning to the online Star Wars community as my only source of social interaction and way of not thinking about my problems. (A situation that, actually, seems to be replicating itself right before my – and your – eyes.) College did change that slightly, but even now I am still mostly a social misfit and socially awkward.

So, that sums up my secondary school experience. Depressing, isn’t it? If it sounds depressing to you, just remember, I actually lived this situation – and turned out all the worse for it (as you can probably tell by reading the blog). Thanks for listening!

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