I Remember... By Bec Johnson

Copied From the Club Penguin Blog:

"I remember....



In year 7, when i was friends with grace smith.


In year 7, when marie threw salsa at beau because maddy through it at him, and she thought it was "cool".


In year 7, when getting lost was the norm, and the furthest you went with your "boyfriend" was holding hands.


In year 7, when our whole entire group moved from from the canteen area to the covered quad so we could sit with the boys. And we thought sitting with boys was so unusual and cool.


In year 7, when year 10's were the scariest people ever


In year 7, when the lockers on the top row were impossible to reach.


In year 7, when we were protective of our friends, and we didn't even dream of letting boys come between us.


In year 7, when gumnuts camp was the time of our lives. A time to let our hair down, relax and have fun.


In year 7, when i went to disneyland and everyone made such a big fuss about a plane trip.


In year 7, when i met amy, at the green table that we spent our last science lesson at.


In year 7, when we didn't care enough to still act like kids.






I remember...


In year 8, when we thought we were the coolest.


In year 8, when we belived everyone should move for us.


In year 8, when prawns were the "in" thing.


In year 8, when i joined the Mad Fobs, the signature is still carved in the tree.


In year 8, when we were so excited to realise we had music AND art at the same time.


In year 8, when our PE classes were still orgainsed by year 7 tutor groups.


In year 8, when we started reciveing "sex ed" classes, and were grossed out by the mere thought of "genitals"


In year 8, religion with mr seymour, and Miss Clark.


In year 8, when i fought with Kobie, Amy and Amy.


In year 8, when i was the rebellious one with 3 detentions.


In year 8, trading seats with Michael Ho in math, JUST so i could talk to alex all lesson.


In year 8, when we suddenly couldn't be kids anymore.


In year 8, when my life was turned on it's head.


In year 8, when everyone was a little fucked up.






I remember...


In year 9, when we started to feel independant.


In year 9, when i started to talk to steffie.


In year 9, when i hated myself.


In year 9, when sarah mitchenson ruled her own, imaginary castle, and had imaginary friends.


In year 9, when our electives were so exciting and fantastic


In year 9, when we were so proud to be "seniors"


In year 9, when breeana was still a bitch.


In year 9, the halloween that brought me a friend.


In year 9, drama theatresports.


In year 9, my friends helped me recover


In year 9, well-mannered japanese students, and a class of 12.


In year 9, when mr goodwin and matt kelly spent an entire lesson arguing about the spelling of "chihuahua"


In year 9, when i punched sarah in the face.


In year 9, our new area is born.


In year 9, when Rookie left, and we all cried our eyes out.


In year 9, when growing up just can't happen any quicker.






I remember...


In year 10, Peer Support


In year 10, when we start to grow up


In year 10, endless sex conversation, and loui's "encyclopedia of sex"


In year 10, when immaturity starts to fade away into the distance.


In year 10, retreat


In year 10, when you KNOW everyone should move out of your way.


In year 10, retreat


In year 10, staying behind after snow trip.


In year 10, EXAMSS were the hardest thing ever. But no one cares by the end.


In year 10, when the thought of ever leaving this place makes you cry.


In year 10, dirty jokes, and dirty minds.


In year 10, new friends


In year 10, when friendships start to fall apart


In year 10, "we have to teach the little kids how to dive in and take their clothes off", and "keep your clothes on kat! NO KAT! keep your clothes on! Kat, listen! Leave your clothes on! you won't get them BACK on once they are wet!"


In year 10, cake in every class.


In year 10, rebellious japanese class!


In year 10, when relationships are serious.


In year 10, when relationships can break friendships.


In year 10, the time when you have already grown up, and realise, when it's already too late, how much you want to remain a child.






Remembering is a difficult thing to do, remembering st joeys brings a smile to my face, but it makes me cry a second later. I'm going to miss this school so much, and all the memories and joys it brought me."

Posted by Bec at 2:20 AM 3 comments

I Just found this really moving.... Oh god I'm gunna cry again!!! =(