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[caboca]

Poll The Insert Regional Equivalent of High School [hereafter referred to as HS] PollI'm writing a graduation speech. And a "now we are done and we're clever as clever" blurb for a newspaper. And yes, I am that important, but honestly, it's killing me, because my rhetorics suck and so does my ability to write normal saccharine generalities.

But anyway, you lot are largely done and done with High School. Could you tell me how much of

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[caboca]

Yesss, thank you for filling in the poll. Pollings make me happy.

We never got enough sleep or time either [well, some of us skipped on the food too, but that's more like the "let's see if studying works better than diets" club and yes, actually, it does] - and it's true that about 95% of the actual learning experience was devoid of fun or curiosity or usefulness. Instead it was more about adrenaline and a kind of wise resignation about how pathologically useless it all is. Indeed, it sort of killed the thrill of knowledge itself. But I guess that's okay? Because we'll feel it eventually? I guess?

What are you studying at uni? Something sexy like marine biology, yes?

[kateanguapotter]

Eh, it was ok. I sometimes look back at stuff and think, 'that was cool' and I did have fun but really... I value it for getting me into uni and the occasional life lesson, rather than missing schoolmates. I keep up with the two or three people I really liked from high school. And Ashton. (To be fair I made friends with Ashton after high school... so he's in a group of his own. :oP)

[caboca]

Yays, thanks for replying! *dance o' statisticsing* [Dude, the poll actually separates mean from median. I feel in lust.]

I'm glad it was useful. I wanted to put up a question of "was it useful? - yes, for the knowledge - yes, for my leet social skillz - yes, I found God through it - no - BWAHAHAno- dunno" or something but I guess I forgot. In all honesty, there's about three people I do want to keep in touch with. The rest are... valuable life lessons, but not keepers, I guess.

Did you know the Asht during high school and just got closer later or was it "hi. hi! So I used to go to that near-Narrogin school. omg me too lol! " [not that he'd say lol in reality, I think.]? I'm sorta hoping this latter variation will happen to me - there's hella many people who I'd have liked to know but didn't.

[sixth_light]

I really enjoyed high school, mostly because 99% of my validation of my self-worth during that period came from high-school-related things, to wit, grades. And extra-curricular activities. (Looking back, I can't believe how much I did - I mean, it was insane, I was one of those super-ultra-over-committed people. I _do not know_ how I survived seventh form.) I generally liked the people, too, especially once we'd got past the nadir of existence that is being fourteen. As much as I like people anywhere, anyway. I never understood the whole "high school is hell" thing, because for me it totally wasn't

[caboca]

We had no extra-curricular activities at all for most of my highschooling. There was a debate club, I think, but it was held by a woman I despised with all my fibres, the psychology teacher. I feared it was a lot like her classes - gallivating in her own enlightenedness, with a few starved souls clinging to her every direction and kissing and hugging her and calling her at three AM and her flaunting these friendships around to show how much better she is than all other professors. Besides, I hate the very idea of me debating. There was also a photography club, again, something of no interest to me whatsoever

[caboca]

... In sudden-come retrospect, weren't you in a debate club at some point? Or fencing? Or both?

[sixth_light]

I debated and coached, yeah. And fenced. Among other things. :P I still fence, but I gave up debating around the second year of uni, mostly because it was all law students who were cliquey as hell and I couldn't be bothered socialising with them in order to be allowed to debate with the more-skilled people. The sport, sadly, does attract a certain type of personality.

[mimbulus]

Ah, high school.

It was average and boring for me, studying to pass and not because of any particular interest. I might've cried at some point, but I don't remember when or why.

I remember some parts of high school, though they tend to get mixed and blurred into something far more exciting than it probably was at the time.

I don't actually miss it and I wouldn't want to go through most of it again, though I would love a second chance with my final sculpture project which was RUINED by a cruel combination of teacher who wanted to speed me up and some random anonymous vandals who poked their finger through the clay.

[caboca]

You had sculpture class? AWESOME much?

I guess most schools fail on the awakening interest part. Even really sexy modern schools with sitting around on cushions. Finding out what you like is a personal journey, I think, and a lot of us are automatically reluctant to care about things we're supposed to care about.

[mimbulus]

Sculpture, Pottery, History of Art (the final exam of which I failed, shame on me :/ ), Sketch and painting - Arts major. The first sculpture teacher was AWESOME, his projects were fun and interesting. The one that we had in senior year was an "Artist" who thought that everything we did was pure crap and everything *she* told us was pure genius.

[newyork_noodles]

The thing is that I could not have fathomed how little I would miss high school until I started uni. no, really.

I liked high school while it was happening, most of the time- I had friends and teachers whom I loved and activities that were fun and classes that were vaguely interesting and some that rocked so hard it seems ridiculous in retrospect (11th grade us history! still have a crush on that teacher, and i'm not ashamed to admit it), and so it was good, but now that i'm here i wouldn't go back for the world. and i suppose if i wanted to i would have all these memories, but i don't even think about it, especially not in a nostalgic way.

[caboca]

Curiouser and curiouser. I do wonder if I'll be like that or will I have paralysing onsets of WOE IS MY UPGROWING. Because I do love highschool, even though it's growing grr-some and tiring and small. And I STILL have a crush on my teacher. Shuddup? He looks like Saruman and he liiiiiiiikess me.

But honestly, all this made me a wee bit calmer. Especially since I realised that I really am not planning to keep in touch with most of the people I like. Just two. And one of those will need all my energy and organisational skillz so it might not happen anyway. The others... maybe for weekend ice creams now and again.

Yay, thanks for making me less EEPful!