Bloody good for you
I was 15-16 before I stopped trying to be accepted, and I really fucking wish I'd tried that earlier instead of all the grief I got and the grief it caused me trying to fit in. Yet I rather suspect that if I were to go to my school reunion, say, I'd struggle to be 'me'. I'd probably just be very quiet for a while, hit the free bar than flick the whole lot of them the bird and leave.
(berk, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:33, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

I've just been invited to mine!
20 years since I left school

/isold
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:33, Reply)

I missed the five year one
technically this year would be the 10 year one, but I went to a school with a sixth form and was one of only about 7 who left after GCSEs, so it won't be for another couple of years yet.
(berk, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:36, Reply)

I'm quite looking forward to it
I want to see if I've done any better than most of the reprobates I was there with!

We did have one footballer and one girl is on the TV so I think our year has done OK
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:38, Reply)

I'll go to mine if I get offered a PhD
and then I will sneer at them all and be like - 'yeah. Thats Doctor berk to you.' We had a lot of priveleged fuckwits in my year, quite a number didn't go to uni and just got fat and had kids instead, so I'll enjoy being snobbish.
(berk, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:41, Reply)

We also had one murdered
and one murderer (not related)
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:42, Reply)

I just had this mantra in my head "This won't last forever"
As much as I'm still quite childlike, and enjoyed my childhood in many ways, I knew I'd have to wait until adulthood to be totally free.
I'm nowhere near as scared of muggers and rapists as I was/am of packs of teenagers with an eye for a cowardy custard.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:36, Reply)

Similar, I knew I'd leave at 16
and go to the local sixth form college. Still doesn't quite erase the memory of spending probably a good 3 months in 3rd year crying though. Even now those packs of screeching chavs outside shops give me the shivers considerably more than a sole dodgy looking bloke who might be following me/might have a knife or whatever.
(berk, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:39, Reply)

I stayed on at 6th form.
I liked my teachers and 'better the devil you know' was my thought.
I didn't even have to go to that school. my mum wanted me to sit an exam and go to a 'better' school, but even then I knew I was just the type of kid who other kids would want to kill. At that school I'd have been bullied for being the common kid from town. At the one I went to I was the one who was bright and spoke nice (I no longer speak nice.)
Meh.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:43, Reply)

I don't know whether it was just the comparison to school
but sixth form college was probably the best two years of my life, thus far anyway. I honestly think I'd have harmed myself if I'd had to stay on for sixth form at school. And yeah, I was that type of kid as well. Still am, to some extent.
(berk, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:49, Reply)