Your diary's looking like a bible with its verses lost in time

My student's just done with her PSLE and she wants no other than to go to my former secondary school. Why she'd wanna do that, i have no idea. I used to think it was just teenage angst that i hated my school. Back then, hate was a pretty accurate sentiment.

I don't feel that strongly about my school anymore, since i started growing my hair and looking more like a person. But i can't say that's where i'll send my daughter, if i have a child at all, ever.

Maybe i can't grow out of things, but that school just made me feel like shit most of the time. Even recess time was unenjoyable, because of the fucking horrible canteen food. I ended up waking up a bit earlier every day to cook my own food and bring to school, which would sometimes finish before recess.

And the uniform. The uniform. Good lord. Sorry, that's all i can say about the uniform.

This is gonna sound quite shallow, but students from my school didn't enjoy the best of reputations, no thanks to the school image (and the uniform). Students elsewhere just seemed so... at ease, when for 5 days a week we looked awkward as hell, and goodlooking boys and girls wouldn't take a second look at us. No offence if you were from my school. Some of the girls actually looked pretty, you know who you are. And if you didn't look very nice back then, i hope you got a better hairdo already. If you were only into boys across the road, i hope now you have more places to look.

*major sigh* Those 4 years made me see a lot of things i wish i hadn't seen then. I just can't help but feel that if i went to another school, i'd have felt much better about everything, and might even be in a better place today.