After My School Experience

So I got my results back for my A-Levels this week, BBD, and I saw two types of people there when I was getting mine. Those you were happy with their result and those who were not, the latter was usually crying. This reminded me of when I finished school.

Now I finished for study leave in mid May, this included having a “Leavers Mass” for our year. At this event many were crying, a majority were women. They cried about how they were going to miss each other and how they were never going to see each other ever again. This however was not the case as exams were taking place from mid may to the end of June and despite being on Study Leave most people came in anyway to study.

Now I’m not sure if its that I’m heartless and hollow but I don’t care that I’ll never see most these people, some of these people I cannot wait to see the back. So I didn’t cry and say, “we should definitely keep in touch.” Those people who said that were practically lying. To whether they know they were lying yet I do not know.

After the Leavers Mass we as a year went you together to a nightclub in the centre of town. This was the first time I had visited a nightclub and after about 20 minutes of being there I wished it would be my last. Now a night appeals to certain types of people:

Girls who want to wear as little material around their bodies.

• People who want to get completely pissed.
• People who enjoy shouting at the top of their lungs to only ask someone a simple question.
• Guys who like to use the cramped conditions of a Nightclub as an excuse to grind up against girls.
• Twats who enjoy shitty repetitive beats and rhythms.
• People who are willing to spend extortionate prices for drinks.
• Degenerates.
• Date Rapists looking for drunken vulnerable girls.

I am not one of those people.

So I show up at the club and have the overly popular people lying to my face, “I’m so glad you could make it.” Now I’m not trying to act like I’m one of those angry and frustrated kids who didn’t get to hangout with the cool kids. I’m just saying I don’t enjoy them acting like we’re good friends for one night only. I do not intend on keeping in little contact with these once the summer is over. Though I guess I’ll keep them on my Facebook friends list, that’s keeping in contact right?

There is a girl in my year that went to my primary school. So in total I’ve known her 16 years, if you counted the time we’ve spent in conversation over those 16 years I doubt you’d get into double digits in minutes. I don’t think I’d be able to rime off 5 facts about her that aren’t school related and she wouldn’t either.

Don’t get me wrong I’ll miss some people. Those would be my friends. I know well slowly drift apart and lose contact over time, with me going to university and them doing their own think. But sure I’ll do my best to keep in touch. Maybe meet up for drinks for someone’s birthday or just a simple house party.

So I would cry for most people in my year and don’t think they’d care anyway. I’m even considering most a link on Facebook because I am almost 99% sure they wouldn’t read it. Most people don’t even know I write a blog…