I used to think that i was wasting my time at school when i could be workin & make some many to spend on stuff i wanted. I used to complain about having to use my pants on the same old chairs at school to listen to some borring topic on economics or try to understand some philosophical issues. I hated homework more than anything else in the world (hum, maybe after anchovies, but that's another subject).
Heh, i remember this one teacher that i used to dislike. Maths teacher. She made me hate Maths for a whole year. I had always been stupid in Maths i admit it. But just because she broke up with her boyfriend of then didnt give her the right to show the whole class how dumb i was with numbers as a reaction to how miserable she was... Anyway, she made me stand in front of the blackboard & the rest of my schoolmates, and she was so uncool makin fun of the expression on my face and "what on earth is soooo hard about this?? All u gotta do is follow the instructions, no need to look at me with this interrogative look, oh gosh! Cliff show Emilia how simple this is. There. Now i dont want to see you anymore, you are a disgrace!" Mmmh, i never felt so ridiculous and red in my whole life. I wished i could have turned myself into a mouse and hide in a hole.
But eventually, that experience made me work harder on maths, all i wanted to do was shut her up next time she would send me to the board. I even noted a mistake she had done once, and when i pointed it to her i couldnt help but let a lil "what a disgrace!" get outta my mouth, hehe...
Today, as i work on insurance business, one of the most boring jobs (I KNOW), i cant help but remember my days in highschool and uni as being the best ones in my life. Days when i could skip school & spend the day at the beach without it being a big deal. When i could go to school and do nothing but chat & have fun with friends if a teacher didnt show up cuz he was sick. Heh, nowadays if the boss doesnt show up, we still gotta work our asses if we want to be able to pay for our rent at the end of the month!
I have good memories of the girls hostel i used to stay at while i was doing my studies. Downstairs was the kitchen, dinner room & tv room. And upstairs were all the bedrooms. It was very strict with curfew, and times for study, and a pastor lookin after us and makin sure we respected the rules and everything. Every ohter week end we had to go and stay with what they called a correspondant family that was supposed to take care of us for the weekend & on holidays. But i didnt like stayin at other people's places. I found out that the hostel stayed totally empty during those weekends. So I once stole the kitchen key made a double out of it & put the real one back on its place. And me and a couple of friends would spend whole weekends there. We'd go clubbing on Friday till Saturday mornin, then spend full Saturday at the beach. Go back to the hostel as late as we could and then crawl back out of the kitchen on dawn so no one would see us. And wait around or rest at the beach or basketball court till 4.00pm which was also the time when the hostel re-opened. But once we didnt wake up as early as we should have. And the Pastor went to the hostel while we were there. We had to hide under the beds in case he'd go upstairs checkin on the bedrooms. We were so scared he'd find out what we had been doing all this months! He didnt caught us red handed thank God. But at least we found out that it was some pretty risky business and that spiders and dust were makin a city under our beds...
Those were the most carefree and relaxed times of my life. When responsability didnt mean a thing and where FUN was the only thing i had in mind.