What were you like when you were at school?

I was like, a student, like.

I was just a child then. Now I'm only a man.

Bit inattentive but was good academically. Got on well with most people and teachers but clashed with some teachers for being cheeky and stroppy and ended up suspended at one stage. Did OK in the end though, got into university.

Ran the whole gamut of fashions from football terrace to indie head.

Ironically, my eldest son is just like me and I now find myself having to pull him up over it.

Went to a small reunion once and enjoyed it. Most were good people then and still are albeit I don't want to go to them regularly.

I went to an all girls school and for the most part was kinda cool and popular, well according to one of my best mates who I met in first year and she couldnt believe that someone as cool as me was friends with her. We still meet at least once a week and if we don't message each other once a day we think the other is dead.

I got on with most of the teachers but not until was in the senior cycle. In the junior cycle I was a cheeky wee bitch.

We had a strict uniform policy where we had a choice of jackets - a maroon coat or a brown duffel coat. My mum had bought me an acid dyed denim jacket which looked kinda like an attempt to dye it maroon. Denim was strictly forbidden in school but I brazenly wore it and when a teacher tried to take it off me I told them that I had stayed up all night trying to dye it to suit their stupid rules. She didn't take it. When another teacher did take it I went to the staff room at the end of the day and demanded it back. When they refused I said I was ringing the guards. They gave it back.

Yeah was a total pain in the arse but then grew out of it and became the person who teachers relied on to get the rest of the class on side.

Cruised through classes on an A trajectory until I developed asthma and started missing school and was being bullied by one bitch so didn't really want to go to school much so then ended up doing a **** leaving cert. Oh well.

I was a complete swot and a bit of a pain in the arse know-it-all.

In reality I was very shy and had no self-confidence at all. I was good in class and did well in exams but not comfortable at all socially. So I thought the only way I could be 'me' was to be the smartest one in class.

It took me till my 30s to shake off the awkwardness and feel relatively happy in my own skin. So when people say school days are the best days of your life and they'd love to be young again? Nah, not for me. Lots of things I'd like to do differently, but I'd never want to go back.

Alright. F**k it. Bit of a tangent here. But, I just have to get this one off my chest, before I die and it becomes my last memory ......

I pretty much grew up knowing Adam Gay. Perfectly nice guy. Might as well have been called Adam Gray. He was just so remarkably in the back ground. By our teens, he'd become just another lad I knew, from the old school.

Then, one day, the local (other religious denomination) school sent their Goliath. Or he came of his own accord. I dunno. Anyway, this guy stood at the school gate, calling out the name of some lad. Obviously, word spread like wild fire. But, the lad never appeared. Word had it he was hunkered down somewhere, brick laying.

Then, for some reason I've never in the least fathomed, this guy starts calling for my old mate; the quiet, completely unnoticeable, Adam Gay.

Someone gleefully rushed into the common room, where Adam was minding his own business. They breathlessly told Adam that this monster at the gate was now calling him.

Adam said, " Oh. ". He put down what ever he was doing. Walked out to the gate. Knocked the c**t spark out, with a single punch. Walked back to the common room and quietly resumed what he'd been doing.

F**king Legend!

me_irl wrote: »

A little cheeky cúnt.

Now I'm an older cheeky cúnt.

Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what you want everyone to believe.

You know something. You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people.

You might be better off.

All right, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls!

Outlaw Pete wrote: »

Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what you want everyone to believe.

You know something. You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people.

You might be better off.

All right, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls!

Does Barry Manilow know you raided his closet?

Quiet shy tomboy metalhead, loved maths and science and hated everything else.

A bit of a messer, in the "talking in class" sense. I think teachers refused to let me away with it as they knew I could do really well in exams but I was coasting by on minimal effort. They were right though, I did a relatively poor (by my standards and theirs) LC but got my 3rd choice course. I had maintained if I didn't get the top 3 I'd resit the LC.

Didn't like the course but I was always focused on what I wanted to end up working as. Changed courses in 2nd year and flew on from their. In hindsight too, college was a step too soon, coming from school with teachers on my back constantly I wasted my 18 months on the initial course.

Having to drop out and work in job I hated for 9 months until the next course began gave me the kick up the árse I've needed and I've not looked back since.

I've met a good few of those teachers since and a few have admitted they "knew I'd sort myself out".

I remember one ásshole of a teacher tough, we clashed regularly, it went beyond him trying to push me on it was just a genuine personality clash, couldn't contain his glee when he saw me working in a Dept store during college. "This is where you ended up?" He says.
"I'm only here until February', I said, 'Finishing up my PostGrad and then I'm starting a Graduate role with XYZ". He was crestfallen by it, what a horrible cnut.