ah, glyn
the biggest freak in the year. founding (and only) member of the model train society "grammarail"; enormous square glasses; greasy hair and spots that he would pick dreamily and let the resulting mixture of creamy pus and scarlet blood run down his face until even the teacher would scream at him to mop it up.

glyn, who persisted in wearing a huge climbing hook on his school trousers, complete with the photo of his female geek counterpart (except that she was the only one whereas there were many male geeks so she was able to spurn him for someone cooler) dangling off it.

glyn, who would routinely come into lessons to find his desk had been moved into the hall.

glyn, whose very name was enough to make first years fall about laughing.

glyn, who asked me out right in front of the english faculty window, which was open by the way, and which resulted in muffled teacher snorts from inside. i was never ever responsible for picking on him or anyone else, bullying makes me feel sick, but i did draw the line at being the third girl he'd asked out that month and turn him down in a less than gentle fashion........

makes me think though. i mean, i loved school, i had an absolutely fab time with great teachers and lovely friends, most of whom i am still as close to as ever some 10 years on. but the experience of other people, even in the same year, was probably v different.

meh, overdrafts, wrinkles and grey hairs are more worrying now i guess...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 12:57, Reply)