High School Memories

Front Row Shop Shirt * | Topshop Boutique Silk Shorts | Primark Slip ons | Zara Bag

When I left high school I swore to myself that I'd never wear this colour blue ever again. It was always sure to bring back memories of its companion, the knee-length navy blue skirt (obviously rolled up at least five times), worn with the top button done up (although if I did this now it wouldn't be complete social suicide like it was back in the day) and with a striped tie that would only ever be worn if it was tied into a short, stocky, two-stripe long stub (why was that ever cool? They looked like cravats!)

But when slipping on this Front Row Shop oversized shirt it didn't feel like I had put on my big sisters hand-me-down that I hadn't quite grown into. I felt swarmed by a haze of old-school memories from my early teen years that made me pine a little bit for easier days when the biggest drama you could face was being labelled 'square' because you hadn't snogged anyone yet. 

Being at a small, catholic school with a convent on site, it was only natural that we tried to rebel as much as a bunch of soft-core catholic-school 11-14 year olds could. So I've compiled a list of my favourite secondary school memories.

• Defying the lunch time supervisors by rolling down the big hill over and over and over
• Placing pieces of rotten food in peoples pencil cases during food tech class 
• Begging the boys to let us play football or rugby with them. We were genuinely really interested in the sport, not just getting to maybe bump into the boy we fancied. Promise!
• Starting a band and thinking you're complete rock and roll royalty of the school
• Spending every night on MSN debating talking to the boy you fancy (you know the time was right when he changed (L) Sarah (L) to just (F) Sarah (F)... screw you Sarah!)
• Being 'bushed' (the act of being pushed in the bush by someone else on the way to maths class)
• Melting rulers in chemistry class. The sweet smell of burning plastic... ahhhh
• Drama class - because we were all misfits that wanted to pretend to be someone else for an hour
• Eating a minimum of 3 iced buns for your dinner and it wouldn't go straight to your thighs. Oh! And don't forget Turkey Twizzlers. Damn. 
• Bacardi Breezers. What ever happened to them? I miss them. 
• Letting some of the girls borrow my lip plumping gloss and getting into trouble because the teacher thought we all had an allergic reaction.
• Walking around school all day with your skirt tucked into your knickers. Awks. 
• Refusing to take off your makeup because you are 'allergic to baby wipes'.
• Writing obscenities such as 'you smell' onto someones backpack. Then being chased around school because of it
• Accidentally calling the teacher 'Dad'. Nobody can come back from that level of embarrassment.

Sure, I was a total misfit suffering from the unholy trinity of acne, glasses, AND braces, but my years in secondary school were some of the best. Funnily enough though, you won't be seeing me wearing this shirt with a navy pleated skirt and a tie anytime soon...

What are your favourite memories of secondary school?