The greatest thing...you'll ever learn...
...is how not to piss off your classmates.
Spot a skit, age 12.
posted by skittledog @ 7:28 pm
45 comments
Monday, January 23, 2006
Spot a skit, age 12.
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45 Comments:
Second on the right? I'm awful with faces...
That one in the middle is a giant.
Front row, third from the left with the ginormous watch. That looks like a very you-ish smile.
No and no.
Heehee.
the leftest one, at the window ?
and if that isn't you, then it should be.
and if it is you
*suspicious look*
are you getting up to mischief?
My first choice was the one j picked... but my second was Myo's guess.
So I'll go for the one sitting nearest the window, too... looking like she's trying to hide.
Dammit Myo, you're too good. Especially considering you've never even met me...
And 'mischief' would be the wrong word. 'Irritation' would be the correct one. In the second photograph taken, I am pretending to strangle the girl next to me. Why, I have no idea. The photo was taken by my form teacher. *sighs* I wish I could go back and thwack age-12-me.
Oh and 'that one in the middle' is the girl who sent me a text a few weeks ago saying how fantastic Firefly was. Heehee.
I thought you were the one on the end.
Myo stole my thunder. Hmph.
Hah. Shoulda been quicker... ;)
I realised earlier how I cunningly picked a photo where my thumbs are not visible. Heh.
Aw, and I was so sure I was right, too.
No surprises knowing you were an irritating child. Mwah ha ha. :p
Dammit Myo, you're too good. Especially considering you've never even met me...
I keep telling people i'm good, but they usually don't believe me.
But sheesh ... i thought there must have been some joke going on. I mean how could jes and bob NOT pick you. I mean it is so YOU !!!
Nope - heh. Clearly they should just bow down and worship you, Your Perspicaciousness.
Now there's a title.
Yeah but I can't pronouce it...
perspicness... perspexcake... perpicnessnessness...
Okay. I'm going to bed.
Oh, I'm sure Myo wouldn't mind being called a perspexcake.
*innocent*
Or just spexcake.
Were ye allowed to wear no colour at all, skittledog? How depressing. No wonder your thumbs grew awry.
Our shirtses is green, they is.
And in winter our woolly tightses was green too.
I do have a bit of a hatred for green clothes these days.
I love green...
Our skirts were navy. Our jumpers and ties were navy with gold stripes which added colour until year 9 when we had plain navy jumpers and then year 10 we had plain navy ties as well.
By the time I was in...oh, 4th yr or so...we had moved to white shirts. But by then we had dark green blazers instead of grey ones with green trim...oh and there were always the dark green jumpers.
In 6th yr we got a silver-grey tie with the school badge on. You felt so grown-up wearing it and walking down the drive...
School was a strange place.
i was a bit surprised at the variation in colour in the blouses.
Didnt you had to a rigid colour shade with no variations allowed?
Didnt you have standards ?
Your school was indeed a strange place.
yours perspexively,
myo
Didnt you had to a rigid colour shade with no variations allowed?
as you can see, i was so shocked by the variation in blouse colour that i lost all sense of sentence structure.
"Didnt you have to adhere to a rigid colour shade with no variations allowed?"
But Myo lives in the wild, where sentence structure is a ferocious thing, changing at every moment. No?
No, no standards - some of those shirts will be much older than others (especially as we had a secondhand shop for school uniform) and also I think there was more than one shop that supplied new uniform. So no, the green shirts were always a bit of a mish-mash.
I am surprised by how long your skirts are. In my school, the skirts were all rolled up to crotch level.
What a truly charming picture...
You could get away with a skirt up to about 2 inches above your knees. Beyond that and you were just asking for trouble - usually from the deputy headmaster, who also shouted at you if you rolled your sleeves up (You look like fishwives!). And this pic is in first year, where most people's skirts have been bought to 'grow into'...
Anyway, that sort of thing became more prevalent in the years below us, where they had *whispers* bee oh wys....
"Rolled up to crotch level"?!
Rian is properly horrified.
As is Emma.
Well. Sort of.
*ahem*
We had a rather large amount of crotch-level skirt rolling in my school as well. The shortness of one's skirt seemed directly related to both popularity and general sluttiness. Some of those girls had no idea how stupid they looked with their skirt rolled up so much that the waistband stuck out all round them rather like a spare tyre. *snigger*
It was great watching them struggle on windy days.
With ours, we had the lovely 2 pleats at the front that you can see...so if you rolled them up sufficiently you got a kind of kick-pleat effect and then you looked so incredibly daft.
So funny. But yeah - definitely a slutty thing. Or sometimes a rebel thing. Rebel sluts were the ones to watch out for.
Oh - did anyone else read Em's comment as 'Em would like to see Kepp in a skirt rolled up to crotch level'?
*ahem* indeed.
And they say the British are shy and retiring.
Did ye flash the motorists whilst on the school bus as well?
My skirt was so damnably long I had to roll it up at least five times. Maybe it was supposed to motivate me to grow taller.
It's stupid how conformist you desire to be in high school. I even fretted over if I had the right socks once upon a time.
And those stupid butterfly hair clips everyone insisted on wearing... sheesh.
Oh - did anyone else read Em's comment as 'Em would like to see Kepp in a skirt rolled up to crotch level'?
*splutters*
Oy!
No offence, Kepp, but I think I can live without seeing that...
I'm so glad that we didn't have to wear skirts. It was just blue pants for us, until we hit year 10 and the senior campus, and strayed into out of uniform territory.
Oh - did anyone else read Em's comment as 'Em would like to see Kepp in a skirt rolled up to crotch level'?
Unfortunately, yes...
Maybe it was supposed to motivate me to grow taller.
Ha.
It's stupid how conformist you desire to be in high school.
I was incredibly anti-conformist. Knee-length skirt. Blue, not black, tights. Ha- I had a pink lunchbox even! Or was it peach...? I was teased beyond belief which just made me be even more anti-conformist. When the "bullying" stopped I relaxed and even had my skirt a little shorter...
I'm so glad that we didn't have to wear skirts. It was just blue pants for us,
Oh what an image! Ha ha ha.... Blue pants! Ahem- sorry. I didn't really just picture Em in knickers.
32 comments !
And now it'll be 33
I have nothing else to add, as the whole tone of the commentary appears to have taken a turn into rank smuttiness, and is totally beneath my high moral standards.
Or should be.
Oh what an image! Ha ha ha.... Blue pants! Ahem- sorry. I didn't really just picture Em in knickers.
People are going to start to talk, Keppet, my dear...
By pants, I meant trousers!
And by blue trousers do you mean trackydacks? *prepares to snigger*
36th comment.
I feel so loved.
And I disclaim all responsibility for the smuttiness. All I did was post an innocent picture of schoolgirls. Ahem.
I didn't really just picture Em in knickers.
Me neither...
Are trackydacks like trackybums?
i had guessed right on the first guess but my second guess was the third girl on the right...
I never wore any uniform at school, and i was mostly in private schools (you could even say some kind of religious board schools) all my life or nearly... but we never had any uniforms.
So no skirts at school for me. Thank god !
and that would made 38 comments? yeah, you're loved. heee
39.
We had horrible navy blue pleated skirts - and by pleated, I mean serious, inch-wide pleats all the way around. I was totally non-conformist as well, and insisted on having my skirt long (well, just above knee-length, which was crazily long compared to the rest of them) and wearing my school jumper when everyone else thought it much 'cooler' (in more than one sense) to just wear their white shirts and school ties, with no jumper... although most of them had to wear t-shirts underneath so as not to freeze to death, which amused me, all warm in my jumper.
And by 6th Form, uniform was gone and the clothing world was our oyster. I got to wear my baggy flowered trousers and my dungarees and scruffy non-label trainers. And I loved my uniqueness amongst the sea of Adidas-clad sheep.
40!
Sigh. I never rebelled at school. I was very dull. I kind of realised the joys of rebellion at university when the person that my school had turned me into made me 'weird' amongst some of my uni friends and I realised I rather enjoyed it.
But mostly I rebel in very subtle ways, even now.
Throwing sugar cubes is innocent?
I think not. Rian was sticky for days after.
42
the meaning of life
Oh I wanted 42... 42b?
Just wanted to say how weird it is to have so much in common with sis and yet be incredibly different people...
My blog shouldn't be about the meaning of life.
Fewer people post comments about that...
Throwing sugar cubes is innocent?
Maaaaybe not. We tried subtle, though. But I think the manic giggling gave us away.
Rian was sticky for days after.
*raises eyebrow*
Just wanted to say how weird it is to have so much in common with sis and yet be incredibly different people...
It is quite weird, isn't it? Weird enough that we have so many things in common (as well as the identical - although some say not - twin thing) to begin with. But yes, totally different people in so much else.
We'd probably have hung around together and proudly brandished our shared uncoolness if we'd gone to the same school.
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