So, Spud is being released here. Frankly, I can’t wait to see it and I’m hoping it lives up to the book’s brilliance.
Funny thing, someone I don’t really know anymore turned me on to it and read the book in a day, flat. Guess I should just be thankful they did!
Spud is a funny story, endearing and honest. It made me think about my high school days, and wow, there are some stories there. None of which my daughter will ever know. As far as she is to know, I was and still am the nerdy girl with the aliceband pushed too far forward on her head. Deal? Awesome.
It does make me reminisce though. If I think about the funny girl-fights that happened and gossip. Wow. Gossip. So hurtful and yet it exponentially grows as you progress through high school. High school was not my favourite place, but I held it together with some amazing friends and I was lucky enough to have some truly wonderful teachers.
If I think about it though, those amazing friends and I (and yes, we are all still close) got into a lot of trouble. We were fabulous truants, horrendous story-spinners and wow, our dress sense made no sense. It was all boys, bubblegum and sneaky cigarettes at the far end of the school field. In truth though, I think our worst crime in the eyes of the rulebook was the day we all wore black bras under our white shirts. A terrible crime, for which we were given detention. Truth is, our washing machine broke at home and I didn’t have a choice! That didn’t mean the principal believed me though so it was off to detention for me!
All of us grew our hair long, cut it off, coloured it and rolled down our socks at the same time. It’s funny really, that the very school rules we were instructed to abide by, were often the ones that stuck us together. Were it not for the terribly out-dated rules of “young ladies will not be seen with their socks rolled down”, I doubt I would’ve found some of the friends I still have today. Or the time I was reprimanded for having a skirt that was just shy of the knee…and told to have it altered and fixed immediately… on the very last day I would ever have to wear it. Heh.
What were your favourite school memories? Letters passed under desks or furiously ignoring gossip? Blog about it and you stand a chance of winning 4 tickets to the premiere in one of the 3 cities. Spud the Movie premieres in November across the country:
1. Johannesburg Saturday 13 November 2010 @ 17:30 Nu Metro Montecasino
2. Cape Town Wednesday 17 November 2010 @ 18:30 Nu Metro V&A Waterfront
3. Durban Friday 19 November 2010 @ 18:30 Nu Metro Suncoast Casino
Go and relive a little of your high school hilarity!
Aw man, wish I could see it, I hope it comes out in the UK because I loved the books. I remember breaking millions of school rules, mostly because I was just a walking disaster rather than a rebel. I remember first we rolled our socks down really low, then we pulled them up to our knees. We all rolled our skirts up high. I remember a girl getting told off for wearing black underwear by our Bio teacher. That totally freaked me out! I assume she was talking about the bra, but it made me feel like she was staring under our skirts, although come to mention it we were always getting lectured about sitting with our knees together like ladies in assembly.
We had all these badges to wear, namebadges and school emblem badges, and I lost mine every few days and spent most of my time dodging prefects. And then I had hymn book issues… good grief. I’m sure all this crap must build character or something!
LOL! I forgot about the hymn book debacles! thanks for the reminder. I still have mine – just for shits and giggles. Numerous doodles in it still make me giggle! 🙂
I too will never let my kids know what I got up.. I am afraid they may think its a licence to cause kak! Hahahaha
OMGOSH.. I sooo want to win two of those tickets.. let me go blog about this thing..
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I cannot wait for the Spud movie either. I also hope it lives up to the books.
Black bras under white shirts were a bit of a fad in my high school, so we all at one stage did the utterly cringeworthy faux pas.