Growing up in a quiet neighborhood, one of my best moments was riding my bicycle around the serene streets. I and my friends often raced each other, doing so with hearty laughs and childish gusto. Riding was freedom for me, I had no care in the world, I’d just paddle on and on, round and round till mom called me home. Continue reading “DTM: Of Bicycles and Adulting”→
This post is gonna take you back to the good ol’ days! (I hope)
So, I slumped into the bus seat in exhaustion. All I could think of was my rumpled bed and my favourite spot in front of the TV. I interchange both places. As the traffic dragged along like a snail race, I took note of the secondary school guys who were playing music and singing along on the other side of the bus. I could immediately tell the social group they belonged to, one I’d call the ‘cool crew’. The guys who would probably be tagged the ‘jocks’ in a high school setting. It quickly took me down memory lane.
Needless to say I was one of the nerdy kids who would probably fall head over heels for the cool crew. They were sorta the bad gang who were daring enough while in school. I was more nose deep in books and did little or no daring adventure. But I couldn’t help admiring these guys who seemed to have some out of this world confidence. They’d seat in a group and I’d dread having to walk pass them. I was that shy!
That’s not the sweet part of the memory though. The sweet part was having that guy who liked you. You know, that your buddy in science class, the brilliant one with impeccable manners. He’d be by your side even after you made a complete fool of yourself in front of the cool crew. 😊
Secondary school was an interesting part of my life. Growing with total strangers, making some inseparable friends and playing the immature card way too many times. I remember how senior girls would make up for dinner at the dining hall, which was just a block away! And by make up, I mean white loose powder and cheap, oily lip gloss. Then the body sprays! Gee! You’d think we were trying to bring all the bees together 😂
The guys were also pretty aware puberty had kicked in. They’d starch and iron their light cotton shirts to impress the girls. Clean their shoes hourly as though they took a walk in the Sahara Desert. It was pure, undiluted admiration and attraction!
Though most people tag secondary school love as child’s play, in retrospect I think it was real love. I may be naive, but I don’t think the guys wanted to be baby daddy’s then. They just felt this thing they couldn’t define. They’d make a total fool of themselves in front of the girls- who were pretty impressed by the gimmicks!
Ah! The love letters.
I still long for handwritten love notes. Technology has taken that away from me. But I still have some hand written cards that I cherish till date. So yes, I think the secondary school love was beautiful, innocent and pure. Come on, you were not expecting much- receiving a pack of biscuits, juice and sweets were like receiving a box of Louis Vuitton shoes!
Ah yes! Valentines days were the best in school…that’s if you had someone that cared enough to send you stuffs. I think I was pretty lucky in that regard. I still say my final year valentines was the best! I got bottles of wine and an adorable teddy bunny and handwritten cards. I smiled as though I received a medal! Of course, I played the whole ‘he’s my friend’ card to everyone who tried to tease me. But some 7 years down the line I still ‘blush’ at that very fond memory. I can’t remember being that young and giddy anymore.
Whatever happened to that childlike love?
I think we should love each other as we did when we were young and innocent. Not caring so much about the oversized shirts or the non-fitting hairstyles. Laughing at every not so funny joke. Passing notes between classes because we just wanted to say hi.
Can we go back to a time where love doesn’t make high demands on the other? A time where love is as sweet as unprocessed honey? I wish we could.
I just discovered I was smiling all through as I tapped away on my phone and some passengers are giving me the look. *Chuckles* Gotta stop now.
Thanks for reading!
Lots of love,
So what are your fond secondary school/ high school stories? Please share in the comment section. Feel free to write tons of paragraphs! I’d love to read em! 😉