Happy days
Your schooldays are the happiest days of your life.
Bollox!
I don’t know what cretin thought that little nugget up but he [or she] obviously never went to my school.
I think I can honestly say that my schooldays were the unhappiest days of my life. I dreaded the start of term and hated every day until the next break. I hated the tedium and the boring uninteresting subjects. Most of all I hated homework. Fucking hell but homework was an abomination. Every teacher seemed to think that his subject was the most important and we should therefore fill our evenings doing his prescribed torture. It wasn’t unknown to have to write an essay in Irish, another in English and yet another in French. And all that on top of a ton of maths.
Then of course there were the beatings and other sundry punishments. The beatings weren’t too bad when you got used to them [and the palms of your hands developed callouses]. Far worse was one particular teacher who didn’t believe in physical punishment. He was the worst by far as his favourite was to pick a book at random and then demand that pages X to Y were to be written out ten times [by hand of course and no photocopiers allowed!]. If you failed to supply the resulting pages next day, for any reason whatsoever, the amount of repetitions was doubled.
No. My schooldays were miserable.
I would be hard pressed to say what the happiest days were. It’s not that I didn’t have happy days – of course I did and many of them. But it’s hard to class them into one period.
I suppose my college days could fit the bill, but I don’t really remember that much about them as they passed in a gentle haze of alcohol and marijuana. The days that I do remember were brilliant though.
I have had so many fantastic days since. Getting married, having a daughter, buying houses [though they brought some pretty stressful moments too], amazing holidays and all the happy days in between.
I wouldn’t mind too much if I had to start my life all over again.
Except for school.
[This nugget was inspired by For the Fainthearted!]
Since my folks moved every 3 years or so I ended up as being the perpetual “new kid” in school up until my high school years. At that point my folks stopped moving around and stayed put. The question on whether I was happy during during my school years, that I have no idea. Too many years have gone by between then and now to recall how I felt except “I dealt with it” (and absolutely despised “summer reading” assignments). College for me was Naval Submarine school which was a much better time for me all around.