School Days
February 19th 2012 21:00
Back in high school, misfit me hung around the other misfits. We were misfits because we listened to music no one else seemed to be listening to: punk, ska, indie, alternative and, in my case, funk, house, soul and disco (which led to me meeting Brett just after I finished my HSC but that’s another story). Our motto was: The more obscure our tastes in music were, the better. We watched the Young Ones and read Sylvia Plath.
When the other misfits left at the end of year ten, I had to find a new gang. I decided to hook up with the nerds – a couple of extremely bright boys who were doing four unit maths; physics and chemistry. One of them, whose nickname was Gilbert, used to write out this rhyme:
Mary had a little lamb
She thought it was quite silly
She picked it up and threw it in the air
And caught it by its
Willy was a watch dog
Sitting on the grass
Along came a bull ant
And bit him on his
Ask no questions
Tell no lies
I saw a policeman
Doing up his
Flies are dirty
Mosquitoes are worse
And that’s the end of my
Silly idiotic verse
I always wondered where that poem came from. Genius that he was (his TER was about 99.8) I assumed he had written it. A quick Google proved otherwise. Damn!
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Comment by Nicasio Martinez
Truth - Respect - Decency
My grandmother often said to us; "What you don't know, won't hurt you."
My reply; "If the Mississippi River flooded and you didn't know it, it would hurt when it comes!"
True to form, in this case, I was hurt by what I did know-- never will forget the whipping for being sassy! So much for paying attention to geography in elementary school.
Comment by Queenie
Quirky Folk
Quirky Queenie
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