Becoming The Bull
12th May 2010 with 37 comments
Our school yearbooks in Australia differ greatly from the yearbooks students receive in countries like Canada and America (at least, from what I’ve heard from people who attend school there). I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing – I just insist it’s special.
In Australia we get one yearbook at the very end of high school (sometimes primary school). The yearbook is full of mementos from only our year group. Throughout our high school years, we’re stuck with the same people, sometimes in the same classes, but generally in the same group. As we progressed through high school, we collected quotes, took more pictures, and wrote more things that would go into the yearbook, which we would receive on the day we signed out of school.
Ours was cheap, mind you – our school was extremely poor so the whole thing was pretty much hand-made and photocopied. 
I personally believe that high school was the best time of my life, so far. It was at least relatively better than primary school or the days when I was younger. I can barely remember anything from my “childhood”. Who really can remember so much? 
It’s not like I can remember a good experience – they were all terrible. I’ll bring you through one.
It wasn’t nice to label him as such – but the school jerk, in years 5-6 when I went to a different school – was actually someone who I knew when I was much younger. Blast from the past! Right, not so cheesy. The pompous child I knew when I was four years old was the same when I was ten. Six years clearly doesn’t make much of a difference – not outside puberty, anyway. Let’s call this guy Nate.
I met Nate at preschool, when we were both about three years old, and my mum was good friends with his mum. We had just moved into the neighbourhood so I suppose my mum was happy to already find a friend. My mum was a little… uncomfortable… with Nate’s mum’s openness, though.
You wouldn’t believe it – Nate needed to “go potty” (as “TMI” as this sounds) – and his mum let him do it right there, right in the openness of their lounge room. Oh hellyeah, the fuck I was there with my mum and we were visiting, and he was sitting on his portable plastic potty as I played with the funny play dollhouse he had.
‘What in the actual fuck’ – as they question, with no expected answer.
In 1993, Nate and I got along like regular children.
In 2001, we were rivals/enemies. We were constantly trying to see who could run faster, who was smarter, who could solve puzzles faster, who was taller (I failed that one), who had more friends… I think in the end he got sick of it, because he hit me on the head with a dictionary when he was in a rage.
Perhaps – and I regret this just a little bit for not doing so – that would have been a good time to say, “and who was the one who went potty in the middle of their house in front of a girl?”
Because we all know… bortaS bIr jablu’DI’ reH QaQqu’ nay’ [1].
[1] “Revenge is a dish best served cold” – in Klingon.
the other week tho… was in the bath and hadn’t realised OH’s stepson (who moved in with us a couple of months back) and his date were in his room… left the door open when I took a bath… she wanted to use the toilet 
I’m sure they’ll be over it soon enough, or at least hopefully! Perhaps it’s time to shut the door since they’re in with you guys for now, and you never know when they could arrive home… 
Eh, hopefully you still don’t know him.
Good luck with it! 
Naughty Nate. 
It’s a memento! 
over that!
Especially with gravy and other nifty things added on top. O: 
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Lilian
12th May 2010 at 11:23 pm
Hahahaha…apparently yearbooks for OTHER SCHOOLS besides OUR highschool are different too! As in not so…hand-made, shall we say? Hehe
But I agree! Ours is special
It reflects the state of our school and what makes it unique – the poverty-ness! 
Oh well, the important thing is that our yearbook contains all important memories we shall cherish forevermore or cringe at when we are looking at our yearbooks in like…20 years time or something. LOL
Hmmm…Highschool wasn’t really that awesome for me. But having said that, I can’t say much about my childhood either
Hahaha. Maybe that’s just saying that I’m too pessimistic and focus too much on the bad 
Omg! Is this that guy you found on facebook wearing that chicken costume? Or someone else? Hahaha.
Man! Still pompous at TEN years old? Six years of NO improvement? Wow. He must have a HUGE head/ego. Either that or his parents spoilt him too much thereby inflating his head. Oh wow, they lead to the same conclusion.
LOL, it’s not your fault he beat you on height. Guys are supposed to be taller in general, which in my opinion sucks. I bet you beat him in everything else
How very mean of him to hit you on the head with a dictionary!
I bet he was just jealous that you were smarter and wanted to damage some of your braincells cos he’s so petty and mean! 
Or he’s just extremely immature!
Wow. I can’t believe his mum just let him go do his business in the LIVING room
I mean, I guess when you’re small privacy doesn’t really matter to you, but STILL! It’s a little disconcerting to see someone just going to the bathroom in a room that’s meant for entertaining guests 
REVENGE IS GREAT! It’s even MORE effective served cold in WINTER!
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Georgie
13th May 2010 at 12:55 am
Hahah I forgot to mention that usually in Canada and the US, their yearbooks are for everyone in the school, obviously more expensive, and they get one every year. I liked ours though!
I think I am really going to love looking at the yearbook in many years to come. Today I was so amused by a video James had on his YouTube channel from 2006 that had him and Dylan and Mike!
You are being pessimistic! You can’t say that university has had less stress than high school right? And stress is just one factor. Yeah, there was less stress in primary school, but I honestly can’t remember much and I didn’t have many friends back then.
High school was definitely the best!
Haha nope! It’s not that guy (that guy was actually a little cute
), but it’s the guy Katherine knew too. 
I think he was really spoilt. He was an only child.
It was so awkward and weird! Fine, if that’s what you do normally, but we were visiting! So very awkward.
LOL, revenge would be super amazing during this cold weather now. Too bad it doesn’t snow. I could push someone down a hill.
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