The Weird Kid In ClassThere was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
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Fraser has joined the Moomins., Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
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Like a lot of these talesI think I might be the one a few people remember.
Ages 1 to 8: spend a lot of time going to schools in France, UK and USA, due to my parents, who are university lecturers, getting jobs all over the place. Cue a hideously fucked-up accent until I was about 10.
8 to 13: off to prep school in Cambridge, which was a specialist choir school. Everyone learnt at least one instrument, most learnt two or three. The standard of music was incredible (hence me being a musician now) but wasn't too hot on the academic front. However, the academic parents (remember them?) teach me at home as well. Cue being a lot more intelligent that most other kids (and a few teachers). Imagine, if you will, a speccy, dumpy, short-haired little pretentious git who knows all about iambic pentameter and reads Shakespear at the age of 10. And because of the parents, my real name is "interesting" and "unusual": tactful way of saying my name is one more commonly (or exclusively) associated with being male. Dammit.
Ages 13 to 18: boarding school. Not speccy, less dumpy (but with massive norks) self-conscious girl who was good at music and just didn't get pop. I ended up spending most of my time either in the music school or rowing.
Got to university, met a bunch of like-minded people, finally made some proper friends. I love my life now. In fact, I don't think I was that weird at school, but just 10 years ahead of everyone else on an academic and emotional front.
(, Mon 22 Jan 2007, 10:21, Reply)
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