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I don't remember primary school much, I know that I didn't have any trouble passing classes and getting into a grammar school.
Secondary school was pretty good. I didn't have much trouble with girls, was pretty popular among students and teachers and enjoyed most all of my lessons. The only trouble I ever had that really affected me was my first year of A levels. My grades were pretty mediocre, and I needed much better. In my second year of A levels I got my ass in gear, got a work ethic and got my A grades.
So school was good, and now I've got uni coming up in September, which is dangerously close.
Secondary school was pretty good. I didn't have much trouble with girls, was pretty popular among students and teachers and enjoyed most all of my lessons. The only trouble I ever had that really affected me was my first year of A levels. My grades were pretty mediocre, and I needed much better. In my second year of A levels I got my ass in gear, got a work ethic and got my A grades.
So school was good, and now I've got uni coming up in September, which is dangerously close.
Elementary was easy and nice. Good friends, although I had some drama even at that age.
11-16 were pretty awful years though. Not exactly bullied, but I was shunned, ridiculed and at best ignored. No friends to speak of.
Relatively good grades though.
16-18 were fucking amazing years. Family moved to a different city and the new school had the most open-minded, cheerful and unprejudiced people that I ever had the privelege of meeting. A lot of them very talented either at music, arts or languages. Almost no gossip and back-stabbing. I loved the time there.
My social skills improved a lot and I had no longer any problems at holding a presentation infront of the class. My grades got even better because I finally had confidence in myself. Great time.
So, it's a mixed bag.
11-16 were pretty awful years though. Not exactly bullied, but I was shunned, ridiculed and at best ignored. No friends to speak of.
Relatively good grades though.
16-18 were fucking amazing years. Family moved to a different city and the new school had the most open-minded, cheerful and unprejudiced people that I ever had the privelege of meeting. A lot of them very talented either at music, arts or languages. Almost no gossip and back-stabbing. I loved the time there.
My social skills improved a lot and I had no longer any problems at holding a presentation infront of the class. My grades got even better because I finally had confidence in myself. Great time.
So, it's a mixed bag.
Primary school I don't really remember much of. Just got on with work and made some friends that all ended up going to different secondary schools to me.
Secondary school itself wasn't the best, but I know it could have been far worse. I didn't think it was too bad at the time, I made some acquaintances, a few of which are now my closest friends, and I was never bullied too much which I'm greatly thankful for. The teaching, however, was pretty abysmal. There were about two teachers that could actually keep their class under control and get on with teaching. One was a French teacher, so hardly the most important subject I needed for later life, and the other was an English teacher that I never actually had. The rest either spent over half the lesson trying to get everyone under control, or were chummy enough with the rowdy students to keep them settled but couldn't teach for their lives. We had a Science teacher that basically taught us straight out a textbook. Like, just read what was written in the books that we had all been given at the start of the lesson.
I assumed this was just the standard in schooling 500 odd students that are all going through puberty, it wasn't until I went to college and talked to others about their schools that I realised how atrocious the school I went to was.
But hey, it closed down last week. Everyone's making a big deal about how sad it is and what a loss to the town it will be, but I'm just glad that place has gone. Won't miss ya, Wakeman.
Secondary school itself wasn't the best, but I know it could have been far worse. I didn't think it was too bad at the time, I made some acquaintances, a few of which are now my closest friends, and I was never bullied too much which I'm greatly thankful for. The teaching, however, was pretty abysmal. There were about two teachers that could actually keep their class under control and get on with teaching. One was a French teacher, so hardly the most important subject I needed for later life, and the other was an English teacher that I never actually had. The rest either spent over half the lesson trying to get everyone under control, or were chummy enough with the rowdy students to keep them settled but couldn't teach for their lives. We had a Science teacher that basically taught us straight out a textbook. Like, just read what was written in the books that we had all been given at the start of the lesson.
I assumed this was just the standard in schooling 500 odd students that are all going through puberty, it wasn't until I went to college and talked to others about their schools that I realised how atrocious the school I went to was.
But hey, it closed down last week. Everyone's making a big deal about how sad it is and what a loss to the town it will be, but I'm just glad that place has gone. Won't miss ya, Wakeman.
High school was where I realized either I was crazy or the rest of the world was. Later I found out it was me, and dropped out due to a major burn out.
School's about to start again? Where are you from? As far as I know school starts in the beginning of September in most countries.Jack Joe Tip Toe said:
Anyway, my school experience is that I had pretty good start at primary school and everything more or less went downhill from there.
All the way through middle and high school I had teachers whose teaching methods consisted of simply reading from the textbook which in many cases was almost always a couple of years out of date and giving us piles upon piles of homework (which I very rarely did), the classmates were even worse, everything that came out of their mouths made me want to punch them in the face.
There were a couple of teachers that actually did their jobs well and I had a couple of friends, but overall it was a time of my life that I'm glad is behind me.
Primary school was kind of fun, because I was at a smallish school everyone in the year group pretty much knew each other although as there were only two classes per year there was the obvious rivalry between us (we were better, naturally). Everyone seemed to get along and there were only a handful of bullies who most people ignored.
High school was a lot less fun and split up a lot of old friendships because there were now 8 classes per year and we were randomly assigned. Plus the 8 classes were split in to two groups which ran on different timetables, so I rarely saw some of my friends except at lunch and break times (and out of school obviously). There was also a huge amount of bullying that the teachers just didn't give a shit about, and if you fought back against a bully you were more often than not punished for starting a fight (even if you didn't start it). Teacher were fairly apathetic towards their work, they just had to talk at us for an hour then tell us to piss off so they could talk at some other students.
GCSE level and Sixth Form were way better because you actually got to pick what you studied, no more shit like drama or humanities forced upon you. But the teachers were still kind of bad, you were taught enough to pass exams and nothing more. If you weren't a promising student then you would be pretty much ignored. And by this point bullies had learned that noone liked them at all and that most people would stand up against them, but that meant they would just be disruptive little shits during lessons instead.
High school was a lot less fun and split up a lot of old friendships because there were now 8 classes per year and we were randomly assigned. Plus the 8 classes were split in to two groups which ran on different timetables, so I rarely saw some of my friends except at lunch and break times (and out of school obviously). There was also a huge amount of bullying that the teachers just didn't give a shit about, and if you fought back against a bully you were more often than not punished for starting a fight (even if you didn't start it). Teacher were fairly apathetic towards their work, they just had to talk at us for an hour then tell us to piss off so they could talk at some other students.
GCSE level and Sixth Form were way better because you actually got to pick what you studied, no more shit like drama or humanities forced upon you. But the teachers were still kind of bad, you were taught enough to pass exams and nothing more. If you weren't a promising student then you would be pretty much ignored. And by this point bullies had learned that noone liked them at all and that most people would stand up against them, but that meant they would just be disruptive little shits during lessons instead.
Well I'm still in education in the UK,about to go into Year 12 or Sixth Form and so I have to go to a different school. I chose to go to a different school to most people from my High School mainly because when I started UK High School (age 11 if you don't know, only because I don't know how US schools work 
) I was a tall, chubby, weird nerd and so I got picked on quite a bit, but now... I guess I've lost some weight and I've found friends who like being eccentric and nerdy with me, hopefully I can find some more come September.
) I was a tall, chubby, weird nerd and so I got picked on quite a bit, but now... I guess I've lost some weight and I've found friends who like being eccentric and nerdy with me, hopefully I can find some more come September.
Eh, it was ok, I didn't appreciate the good bits as much as I should have though.
I wasn't especially unusual looking so I didn't really get bullied in later school, but I was socially outcast by the 'cool' kids. Thankfully by about year 9 all my friends and I firmly stopped giving a fuck about everyone else in our school, did our own thing entirely and had a ridiculous amount of fun. Our ideas of fun probably didn't help with people shunning us, I remember a completely ridiculous rumour about us having orgies. We didn't. Rumours of us being a bunch of stoners were probably a bit less unfounded, but definitely exaggerated.
I wasn't especially unusual looking so I didn't really get bullied in later school, but I was socially outcast by the 'cool' kids. Thankfully by about year 9 all my friends and I firmly stopped giving a fuck about everyone else in our school, did our own thing entirely and had a ridiculous amount of fun. Our ideas of fun probably didn't help with people shunning us, I remember a completely ridiculous rumour about us having orgies. We didn't. Rumours of us being a bunch of stoners were probably a bit less unfounded, but definitely exaggerated.
Elementary school was great, I had some fantastic teachers and I was a well liked kid and had a lot of fun.
Middle school. I hit puberty. Gained a tonne of weight. My hair went curly and frizzy. Bad acne. Combined with being quite smart and into nerdy things in the early 90s, as a girl... I am seriously surprised I didn't kill myself with all that bullying. It was BAD. I totally understand teenage suicide.
High school was pretty good. Made good friends. Went to the popular parties. Didn't lose the weight, but I started to sort out my looks. Got involved with some guys who really boosted my self confidence. Did really well in my classes, got scholarships to university.
University was amazing. Great professors for the most part, great friends, great parties... Horrible home life, but I got through it. It was handy my parents bought a house with less than 20 minutes walking distance from all levels of schooling, including university. I miss university. The smell of fall always makes me want to go back to school.
Middle school. I hit puberty. Gained a tonne of weight. My hair went curly and frizzy. Bad acne. Combined with being quite smart and into nerdy things in the early 90s, as a girl... I am seriously surprised I didn't kill myself with all that bullying. It was BAD. I totally understand teenage suicide.
High school was pretty good. Made good friends. Went to the popular parties. Didn't lose the weight, but I started to sort out my looks. Got involved with some guys who really boosted my self confidence. Did really well in my classes, got scholarships to university.
University was amazing. Great professors for the most part, great friends, great parties... Horrible home life, but I got through it. It was handy my parents bought a house with less than 20 minutes walking distance from all levels of schooling, including university. I miss university. The smell of fall always makes me want to go back to school.
Elementary: It was pretty terrible, I moved a few times during elementary school so I kinda became really shy and didn't make a ton of friends.
Middle School: It was a little better, I had a group of friends but the school experience as a whole was meh.
High school: Absolutely hated it. I had a tight group of friends but my school was filled with idiots. The classes were alright but goddamn I couldn't wait to get out of there.
First College: It wasn't much better than high school to be honest. I drove there so I went for a few classes and then left so it was hard to make friends. The classes were harder but that didn't bother me but I just didn't like the first major I chose.
Second College: This one I liked a lot since it was a technical college. I made friends with everyone in the class (since there were only 6 of us) and the teachers were awesome and I actually liked the classes I took. It's a shame that I just graduated from there since I could have taken another year or two of classes from that school.
Middle School: It was a little better, I had a group of friends but the school experience as a whole was meh.
High school: Absolutely hated it. I had a tight group of friends but my school was filled with idiots. The classes were alright but goddamn I couldn't wait to get out of there.
First College: It wasn't much better than high school to be honest. I drove there so I went for a few classes and then left so it was hard to make friends. The classes were harder but that didn't bother me but I just didn't like the first major I chose.
Second College: This one I liked a lot since it was a technical college. I made friends with everyone in the class (since there were only 6 of us) and the teachers were awesome and I actually liked the classes I took. It's a shame that I just graduated from there since I could have taken another year or two of classes from that school.
Primary school: I was a cry baby so I got bullied mercilessly. Being skinny and pasty didn't help either. Changing schools only made things worse.
Middle school: I toughened up a little but puberty came late and the bullying continued. Did not enjoy myself much when even my "friends" mocked me from time to time.
High school: Moved to a better school. Made new friends who accepted me. Life was actually pretty good. Did well in my exams, got into university.
Uni: Into my 3rd year and loving it. Have met some amazing people and had a blast.
Yea... school sucked for the most part. Honestly I'm extremely grateful that I had such loving and supportive parents. If my home life had not been so good I probably would either have committed suicide or be a complete train wreck of a person. Having said that the final two years of school were great and university is pretty sweet. I'm still damaged goods (extremely shy, never had anything more serious than a fuckbuddy in fresher year) but life is good now. I was very lucky to emerge as well as I did in my opinion.
Middle school: I toughened up a little but puberty came late and the bullying continued. Did not enjoy myself much when even my "friends" mocked me from time to time.
High school: Moved to a better school. Made new friends who accepted me. Life was actually pretty good. Did well in my exams, got into university.
Uni: Into my 3rd year and loving it. Have met some amazing people and had a blast.
Yea... school sucked for the most part. Honestly I'm extremely grateful that I had such loving and supportive parents. If my home life had not been so good I probably would either have committed suicide or be a complete train wreck of a person. Having said that the final two years of school were great and university is pretty sweet. I'm still damaged goods (extremely shy, never had anything more serious than a fuckbuddy in fresher year) but life is good now. I was very lucky to emerge as well as I did in my opinion.
Well, I'm still in high school as I type this; I suppose I can offer a "fresh" interpretation.
Elementary school, for me, just kind of existed. I didn't have many friends, but I wasn't ridiculed or anything (most of the people in my school were pretty cool). I had a bit of a bully problem for a year or two, but my family and I sorted it out.
Middle school was a bit different. For some inexplicable reason, people started noticing and acknowledging me. Soon, I became quite the popular guy, despite my rather quiet demeanor and "nerdy" interests. I was also starting to find my academic groove; I received good grades without having to try particularly hard. So, between a bunch of new friends and good grades, my four years of middle school (especially eighth grade) were actually pretty fun and enjoyable.
Then Freshmen year of high school happened. Eighth grade had done nothing to prepare any of us for it, and my school district seems to value making students' lives miserable with the curriculum and homework. My grades started to drop (from A's to A-'s and B's, but still), and I started to get very anxious and impatient with everyone. My pseudo-popularity remained, but many people started to pay more attention to the jocks and whatnot, so my group of friends started to drop in numbers. By 2nd semester, I'd sorted out the workload and studying requirements and got through with good enough grades without losing my mind.
Sophomore year passed without anything eventful occurring, though Junior year had a bit more going on. Relationships formed and broke apart, friends came and went, classes fluctuated in difficulty; let's just say it got difficult to always get enough sleep at points.
I'm going to be a Senior next year, and after all of this, I'm hoping that it will be at least a bearable year.
Elementary school, for me, just kind of existed. I didn't have many friends, but I wasn't ridiculed or anything (most of the people in my school were pretty cool). I had a bit of a bully problem for a year or two, but my family and I sorted it out.
Middle school was a bit different. For some inexplicable reason, people started noticing and acknowledging me. Soon, I became quite the popular guy, despite my rather quiet demeanor and "nerdy" interests. I was also starting to find my academic groove; I received good grades without having to try particularly hard. So, between a bunch of new friends and good grades, my four years of middle school (especially eighth grade) were actually pretty fun and enjoyable.
Then Freshmen year of high school happened. Eighth grade had done nothing to prepare any of us for it, and my school district seems to value making students' lives miserable with the curriculum and homework. My grades started to drop (from A's to A-'s and B's, but still), and I started to get very anxious and impatient with everyone. My pseudo-popularity remained, but many people started to pay more attention to the jocks and whatnot, so my group of friends started to drop in numbers. By 2nd semester, I'd sorted out the workload and studying requirements and got through with good enough grades without losing my mind.
Sophomore year passed without anything eventful occurring, though Junior year had a bit more going on. Relationships formed and broke apart, friends came and went, classes fluctuated in difficulty; let's just say it got difficult to always get enough sleep at points.
I'm going to be a Senior next year, and after all of this, I'm hoping that it will be at least a bearable year.
High school was a pretty awesome experience for me.
The key element for it being so awesome is that I didn't give a s*** what anyone thought about me. Seriously, I had no interest in joining any school clicks or impressing the more popular kids. I just worried about me, made friends with a lot of people from different social groups (punks, nerds, jocks, etc.) and just took advantage of everything that was available to me (honors and AP classes, clubs, friends, sporting and school events, etc.).
So yeah, I guess that I was a bit more mature for high school when I first came in as a Freshman and I just rode the wave of "Not Givin' A S***" into glory and graduated with High Honors.
The key element for it being so awesome is that I didn't give a s*** what anyone thought about me. Seriously, I had no interest in joining any school clicks or impressing the more popular kids. I just worried about me, made friends with a lot of people from different social groups (punks, nerds, jocks, etc.) and just took advantage of everything that was available to me (honors and AP classes, clubs, friends, sporting and school events, etc.).
So yeah, I guess that I was a bit more mature for high school when I first came in as a Freshman and I just rode the wave of "Not Givin' A S***" into glory and graduated with High Honors.
Well...
Primary School: Socially awkward as ever, but it was nice because I was innocent about it and you can get away with it as a kid. I had lots of good friends because I was generally harmless. I did well in my 11+ and got into a Grammar School.
Secondary School: Oh god. First few years were awful. General me being a complete and utter prat and making life difficult for myself, so desperate to be cool and fit in, often trying to be a class clown kind of deal.
Senior/GCSE level, things were getting better, I had good friends, and my form class was brilliant. I managed to keep my composure, thankfully and people seemed to like me. I was still a bit of a class clown but I picked my moments better. I didn't do very well in my GCSEs, but well enough to get back in for my final 2 years, which have just ended.
6th Year(s), starting to shut myself off from everyone but my close friends. I didn't want to be class clown anymore, I'd grown up a bit (finally!) and was carefully making my way through trying to remain as invisible as possible. So I did, but my grades just weren't up to scratch, no matter how hard I tried. During my last few months I ended up going through some partially self-inflicted bullshit but unintended that's probably cost me my A-levels.
So here I am, on the brink of August, currently waiting on the aftermath that is my A-level results. This won't go well. But I'm glad it's finally over and if I do get into University I can get a clean slate once more.
Provided somebody else doesn't ruin it for me.
Primary School: Socially awkward as ever, but it was nice because I was innocent about it and you can get away with it as a kid. I had lots of good friends because I was generally harmless. I did well in my 11+ and got into a Grammar School.
Secondary School: Oh god. First few years were awful. General me being a complete and utter prat and making life difficult for myself, so desperate to be cool and fit in, often trying to be a class clown kind of deal.
Senior/GCSE level, things were getting better, I had good friends, and my form class was brilliant. I managed to keep my composure, thankfully and people seemed to like me. I was still a bit of a class clown but I picked my moments better. I didn't do very well in my GCSEs, but well enough to get back in for my final 2 years, which have just ended.
6th Year(s), starting to shut myself off from everyone but my close friends. I didn't want to be class clown anymore, I'd grown up a bit (finally!) and was carefully making my way through trying to remain as invisible as possible. So I did, but my grades just weren't up to scratch, no matter how hard I tried. During my last few months I ended up going through some partially self-inflicted bullshit but unintended that's probably cost me my A-levels.
So here I am, on the brink of August, currently waiting on the aftermath that is my A-level results. This won't go well. But I'm glad it's finally over and if I do get into University I can get a clean slate once more.
Provided somebody else doesn't ruin it for me.
I was a day dreamer in school. My surrounding environment was never stimulating enough for me to give a shit. That's how I was in high school. Listening to people my own age brag about shit they never did. Not stimulating enough. Listening to the teachers just go through the motions when they are teaching. Not stimulating enough. I felt like I was on a game show in high school, "worlds most boring people."
Up until middle school I was considered the crazy kid. Then when middle school came around I became very popular very fast despite me saying little to nothing to anyone. The girls in the school payed a lot of attention to me but I spent most of my time protecting others from bullies which is how I met my best friend. When high school came I was beginning to be known again but decided to befriend some people who were considered less than popular, which made me become undesirable. In terms of education I learned little to nothing from the schools themselves.
My early school experience was horrible. On the reservation, officers came to our home and took the kids by force to the Catholic school where I was tied to a chair and made to read the bible aloud. The boys were raped as punishment there. There was a senate hearing on all of this later, but that school remains open.
After we moved away from that, we moved to the ghetto. I was attacked there at first frequently, but then I fought back. I was suspended twice, once for busting another girl over the head with a chair and sending her to the hospital, the other was for hitting a teacher who had grabbed me later.
Then we moved away from that to the wealthiest county in the state for middle school. At first I had to deal with "pocahontassss" BS for a while, but it got better when I wouldn't put up with shit off no one. I had many friends, and didn't have as many fights, won the science fair, was doing very well in the gifted program and was able to compete in odyssey of the mind.
High school I did extremely well academically, was taking dual credits for college, was a cheerleader until I started having problems after the rape. I became angry/ violent again after that. I was kicked off the squad for breaking the head cheerleaders nose when she tried to pull my socks up. I was having trouble at home constantly fighting with parents and brothers and sisters. Parents kicked me out and I legally emancipated myself and had my own apartment at 15. After I left the cheer squad I went gymnastics and became captain of the gymnastics team my senior year. I graduated high school with honors and an associates degree, and received scholarships to University of Texas in Austin.
In college, I worked as a bartender, lifeguard and taught gymnastics, so if I could think of one word to sum that up it would be " tired". LOL I worked my ass off at 3 jobs and put myself through school and rarely had time to sleep or socialize much.
After we moved away from that, we moved to the ghetto. I was attacked there at first frequently, but then I fought back. I was suspended twice, once for busting another girl over the head with a chair and sending her to the hospital, the other was for hitting a teacher who had grabbed me later.
Then we moved away from that to the wealthiest county in the state for middle school. At first I had to deal with "pocahontassss" BS for a while, but it got better when I wouldn't put up with shit off no one. I had many friends, and didn't have as many fights, won the science fair, was doing very well in the gifted program and was able to compete in odyssey of the mind.
High school I did extremely well academically, was taking dual credits for college, was a cheerleader until I started having problems after the rape. I became angry/ violent again after that. I was kicked off the squad for breaking the head cheerleaders nose when she tried to pull my socks up. I was having trouble at home constantly fighting with parents and brothers and sisters. Parents kicked me out and I legally emancipated myself and had my own apartment at 15. After I left the cheer squad I went gymnastics and became captain of the gymnastics team my senior year. I graduated high school with honors and an associates degree, and received scholarships to University of Texas in Austin.
In college, I worked as a bartender, lifeguard and taught gymnastics, so if I could think of one word to sum that up it would be " tired". LOL I worked my ass off at 3 jobs and put myself through school and rarely had time to sleep or socialize much.