Secondary School as I remember it….

So, secondary school. My first day I walked in through those gates, excited, feeling grown up, I had my best friend since Nursery by my side, what can go wrong?! Maybe the schools name of Cockshut Hill could have been a bit of a giveaway!

I had barely stepped through the gates when my sister runs at me quicker than Mo Farah, delighted that mys sister was so enthusiastic to see me but quickly realising it was because I had worn white socks with black shoes and had a knot in my tie the size of a basketball (in our school the knot had to be microscopic or you had a ‘Swot Knot’ and that was a BIG NO!). No year 9 is going to have her year 7 sister embarrass her like that!

So I learned the ropes and also learned that you feel a level of protection having an older sister at the school, almost un bullyable!

Quickly I fell into a group of friends, I wouldn’t say there was anyone I didn’t really speak to but it was mainly just the 4 of us! We would do all the things most people did at our school, smoke in the toilets, wag it as much as we could get away with, be disruptive but not enough to get suspended.

The following years I actually loved. I was really lucky to enjoy school although I have to admit it was more because I got to see my mates than any desire to learn.

As I reflect there are elements of school that I just really don’t know how they got away with……

  • Detentions were given out like promotional flyers, I think I left school with about 6 hours banked.


  • If you didn’t turn up on time they would lock the gates and leave them unmanned, unfortunately I didn’t go to Hogwarts so couldn’t fly over, MAN THE GATES FOR GOD SAKE!  (I know this point would have been resolved if id have turned up on time but do you have any idea how much time it takes as a 13 year old trying to get someone to go into the shop to buy your fags!)
  • Kids who’s parents were piss poor (me) would have a wooden token to pay for the lunch, a bit pre historic you may think. All the token kids had to stand in a separate ‘You are broke, lets showcase that and stick you with the other second hand citizens’ queue.
  • If you got sent to the headmaster you would get a hot chocolate, that head master wasn’t there for much of my time, his name was ‘Mr Gentle’ his punishments reflected his name. Id actually be buzzing if I got sent to his office. FREE HOT CHOCOLATE!
  • Our music teacher would fall asleep during the lesson, not something to do at the school I went to. Upon the first snore we instantly saw an opportunity to smoke in class.
  • Inclusion unit…. This was where you would go when your teachers were sick to death of you answering back! You would go in and write repetitive lines and because you had to keep quiet would have to try and either mouth or sign language things to your friends. Oh also, you wasn’t allowed out for lunch, the ultimate punishment.


Boys never really happened for me at school. It may be something to do with the fact that I had a full fringe which I parted in the middle. This was not any kind of bohemian look, I looked like Peter Andre in the Mysterious Girl video except if he had have had a really severe addiction to crack! I also went through a stage of wearing blue eyeshadow, in later years when I become a makeup artist it became very apparent that blue eyeshadow doesn’t look good on ANYONE unless you are supermodel gorgeous! I also was an absolute rake, a strip of piss or as my sister used to call me ‘Angela Anaconda’.Angela Annakonda

I would gorge on ice cream to try and put weight on. I actually went through a stage of wearing tracksuit bottoms under my trousers to pack my legs out! I wish I still had this problem. With no meat on my bones came an additional bonus of a chest so flat you could literally iron clothes on. In year 10 I decided to do something about it and brought an air bra. I waltzed into the playground with a new found confidence, until one of the lads poked my tit asking ‘where have these come from’ in that moment the air deflated not only visually but you heard it hissing out. It was then I decided to deal with the fact I was ‘rackless’. If any of you are worrying these made an appearance around 19 and allowed me to leave the ‘itty bitty titty committee’.

Overall i’m really lucky as I have really fond memories of school and everyone I encountered along the way. I am under no illusion I was a pain in the arse but not the worst by far. People say School days are the best of your life. I’ve done some pretty amazing things as an adult so i’m not sure id say that but overall it was a great experience!

Peeping at school friends


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I'm 29 and literally clueless about mostly everything! I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up! The thought of having children scares the life out of me, I can barely dress myself! Life basically seems like one big joke (because that's what I make it to disguise the fact that adulting petrifies me and is sooooo bleak!) except I have direct debits coming out of my eyeballs and nothing I say really seems to make any sort of sense! I crave excitement outside of seeing whats in my monthly Birchbox subscription. The ageing process is not being kind to me (the day I discovered a chin hair was a MAJOR low point!) My waist is rapidly expanding. My desire to be thin is ever increasing. My motivation to do anything about it is ever depleting. I have an inner need to buy budget gadgets that break or are completely useless and that desire never seems to fade, I literally have a house full of useless s**t!!! What is life?! I think its time for a Gin...................

2 thoughts on “Secondary School as I remember it….”

  1. I remembered the old blue eyeshadow all too well! I also used a bottle of hair spray per day to keep my flick of hair at the front in place everyday! Haha 🤣🤣🤣


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