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Jackie O on School Days

9 comments | February 21st, 2012

"If school days are the happiest of your life, I'm hanging myself with my skiprope tonight." (at the age of 16, in 1945.)  We hesitated before posting this, and not just because we had to look up what a "skiprope" is.

The hesitation was because the prevalence and incidence of teen suicide has skyrocketed since 1945, as has the prevalence and incidence of eating disorders, bullying, drug addicition etc etc.  Yea, yea, we know, it was 1945 and 1945 was a long, long time ago.  Of course what hasn't changed is the difficulty of being 16 +/-.  Hard in 1945, hard today. 

So, no matter what your age, no matter what year you did or will (or didn't or won't) make it through High School, we've all got stories of school days and growing up – so let's share them.  Tell us about yours. Happy, sad, or not much worth talking about?  School days and growing up…let's #discuss.

9 comments

  • Cat

    Posted on February 21, 2012

    I’ve never thought of myself as a trouble-maker or a bad student, though when I look back, the tales of my school days do seem to suggest something different.

    Even though I didn’t know it until months later, there was a 24 hour period where apparently I was expelled from H.S. 2 days before my graduation. It was only the good-graces of a protective teacher (and the fears of a lawsuit by a weasel of a headmaster) that kept me from finding out and allowed me to graduate. The thing was that I’d been accused of stealing a teacher’s notebook prior to final exams. I hadn’t, but did know who did. Close call, I guess.

    Then college. Oh, college. It took me 5 years to get out, which is nothing extraordinary, I guess, but I got out still just by the skin of my teeth.

    I guess this is all more about school than school days. I guess though if there’s a moral to my not-quite-a-story, it’s that those days don’t define us even though they may help shape us.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted on February 21, 2012

    I look at my 2 year-old and practically break-out in hives thinking about how much harder it might be for her to grow up than it was for me. It seems like kids have it so much tougher now then we did. There seem so many more kids who are struggling with things that I didn’t have to. Regardless, I’m really glad those days are over for me. Not the best part of growing up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted on February 21, 2012

    I refuse to accept that THIS is the best life has to offer. I’m in highschool now and it’s hell. I have friends and I’m a good student but I’m holding on by a thread. There are days when I can’t leave my room because I’m so panicked or depressed. I’m sick of being looked at like I’m nothing more than a piece of ass. I’m sick of guys feeling like they have a right to my body and taking whatever they want. I know there’s better out there. There are real men out there who know how to feel with more than just their hands.

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    • El

      Posted on February 21, 2012

      Keep holding on, however thick or thin that thread is.

      I don’t want to generalize (but I will), here’s the thing about some guys. The ones who think with their dicks and grab with their hands, they’re not just in highschool. Not all boys or men are like this so find the ones that are right for you and who appreciate you for the beauty you no doubt are – and have.

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  • 18

    Posted on February 21, 2012

    I can NOT WAIT to get to college, to get out of this place and to start over.

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    • Me Too

      Posted on February 21, 2012

      I am so with you. I don’t know anyone who isn’t suffering in high school. Maybe we should all just acknowledge that these years suck and just power through.

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