Today the year 12s at my husband’s school are graduating, as are many excited 17-year-olds around the country.
It got me thinking about the year I would have graduated, had I not decided Timezone was a better place to hang out from 9-3 on a weekday. I left school in term 2 of Year 11, spending my time stalking people at Hungry Jacks and smoking cigarettes with the other cool kids down in Freo and pooling our money together for a cask of Wild Peach.
I’ve never drunk Wild Peach since. Does it still exist? #puke.
When we weren’t choking down warm goon, we were drinking a horrific blackcurrant alcopop concoction called Vault. They had a little tag around the bottle that became ultra-fashionable to wear around your neck.
Exhibit A:
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Yes that’s a Swatch Watch. And a glow-in-the-dark Bananas in Pyjamas shirt. Le sigh. |
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Just in case you’re wondering, it was exactly like George Orwell’s Room 101. |
Ahh, Stacey, great post. And LOL. Never live in Adelaide! x Cannot believe my eldest son finishes Year 10 next week!
It's a hole!
hahah love it so much. Look I still can't believe you're old enough to have one of these students. Did you adopt him when you were 8?
Great entry Stacey, so much goodness in there.
I didn't realise you were class of '97, my older brother was Class of '99 but he looks older than you. 😛
Haha maybe it's the sunscreen that makes me look so young! <3
What a lovely post, Veggie Mama, and thanks for the nice comment about my grandfather's diary.
Great post Veggie Mama. I'm still working on the 'floss' bit.
Great post Veggie Mama. I'm still working on the 'floss' bit.
Haha maybe it's the sunscreen that makes me look so young! <3
What a lovely post, Veggie Mama, and thanks for the nice comment about my grandfather's diary.
It's a hole!
hahah love it so much. Look I still can't believe you're old enough to have one of these students. Did you adopt him when you were 8?
Great entry Stacey, so much goodness in there.
I didn't realise you were class of '97, my older brother was Class of '99 but he looks older than you. 😛
I was a bit like you in that I lost interest in school by the time I hit year 12. I did graduate (in 1982 for sweet jesus’ sakes) but wasn’t bothered much with it. Like you I was more interested in fitting in and finding my place and being popular and dealing with low self-esteem. I can’t believe my boy is now heading into his senior years. He is soooo different to me. Hard working, smart, diligent, loves to study, knows what he wants to do. He obviously takes after his father. Every year my husband, who is the senior co-ordinator at his school, goes through an emotional time as he farewells his students as they head off into the big, bad world. I’m not looking forward to that day arriving for my son. Great post. Got me thinking about lots of stuff.
I’m hoping my teacher husband has the same effect on my kids 😉