High School Never Ends


Four years you think for sure
That’s all you've got to endure
All the total dicks
All the stuck up chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then when you graduate
You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over
Aw that’s just great…………..


The song High School Never Ends by Bowling for Soap goes… This is one video I totally love watching. Not just because I really love rock music, but because I would love to revenge on the stuck up chicks from my high school days, just like they do it in the video.

I was in the kind of school where bullying was unheard of; rather, not as apparent as in other boys schools. What the girls used to do is torment the young ones psychologically.

We used to transfer all our stuff from the dormitories to classes on closing day. I have no idea why, but we used to do it anyway. Not that it was such a big task given that we only used to have a box, a mattress and a pail.

It was on the opening day of the second team and I was a form one student… I was carrying my things back to the dormitory and had carried everything apart from my pillow which I had saved for the last. I headed to the dormitory ready to take a short nap before going to class for the evening preps.

The rooms were compartments with a door space but no door and mine was cube three. Each used to hold six girls. As I passed by cube one, tossing the pillow around, I unknowingly dropped my panties which were somewhere inside the pillow case. Oblivious of what had happened; I moved on to my cube and sat down on the bed.

Moments later, three form three girls entered and bombarded me with commands…

“Kibomuu, ebu kuja hapa! (Could you come here you freshman!),” they told me.

I coyly followed them to the corridor. Before long, I knew exactly why they had called me for there lying on the floor were my panties. To make matters worse, my mum had taken all my stuff to the tailor to have my initials embroidered and the tailor had not disappointed.

Thinking that I just needed to pick it up and leave, I was surprised when they asked me, “Kibomuu, hii wayoo ni yako? (Do these panties belong to you?)”

I couldn’t even answer. I just picked it up and left them laughing their heads off!! More form threes kept streaming to my room to see and laugh at me making it impossible for me to sleep. I resigned to class.

The immature girls told others and even brought them to the classroom. What made it worse is not only the fact that it was so trivial and not funny like they made it seem, but they were not discrete at all. They would not point at me from afar, but came straight to where I was seated and asked,”Kibomuu, ati umeangusha wayoo wapi? (Where did you drop your panties again?)”

I am sure I’ll have the last laugh when the time comes because……

..
The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And I still don’t have the right look
And I still have the same three friends
And I’m pretty much the same as I was back then
High school never ends


High school never ends

High school never ends

Here we go again

(Lyrics007, 2008)

5 comments:

  1. i like...i love...i adore...interesting

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  2. So do u still embroider ur wayooos hmmm lol

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  3. peter, old habits die hard. i still do embroider them. hehe!
    I'll check 2 see whether i still have them. kwani u want a pair?
    i know u do.lol!!!!!!!!

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