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5C är bördiga!
The Other Site That Shall Not Be Mentioned has finally payed off: on Friday we had a spontaneous school party with my old 1 to 9 form, and it was fantastic!
We started gathering around an old school photo from form 1, more and more of us joining in, and then someone suggested we should meet IRL and hey presto. Someone booked us into a very nice Mexican restaurant where we stayed until we got kicked out and then another four or so hours at someone's flat off Heden -- a proper "våning" with kakelugnar and stuckatur in the ceiling and everything, wow.
Our class was very well put together by the social planners of the early 1970s, both rich kids from the villas and not so rich kids from the "estate". So when we compared lives there were all sorts, from a professor of neuro-medicine to sub-nurses. All of them were married and had children but that's not what we talked about, it was almost all of it "do you remember teacher x?" or "can you remember when we all jumped out of the window?" or "whatever happened to those we couldn't get in touch with?"
When our beloved first teacher left us after form 2 (she had a baby), we became the problem class of our school, but we never had troubles with bullying or the like. It was us against everyone else, escpecially the teachers. I can remember at least one temp we drove to tears right in front of the blackboard O_o One of the things everyone around the table remembered was how one teacher had whacked a stick with a sharp hook on the end right down on my desk, an inch or two from my fingers, leaving a big dent. That really shocked everybody -- especially me, since I never joined in in the teacher-bashing or general ruckus.
Aaah, those were the days! When school and all the kids were the whole world and it all _mattered_ so desperately. Now when we look at old school pics it's difficult to think that bunch of little tykes could ever be so world dominating, or considered so cool, as some of them were. Growing up certainly broadens one's perspectives.
Hm, I wonder if anyone has posted new pics yet...
We started gathering around an old school photo from form 1, more and more of us joining in, and then someone suggested we should meet IRL and hey presto. Someone booked us into a very nice Mexican restaurant where we stayed until we got kicked out and then another four or so hours at someone's flat off Heden -- a proper "våning" with kakelugnar and stuckatur in the ceiling and everything, wow.
Our class was very well put together by the social planners of the early 1970s, both rich kids from the villas and not so rich kids from the "estate". So when we compared lives there were all sorts, from a professor of neuro-medicine to sub-nurses. All of them were married and had children but that's not what we talked about, it was almost all of it "do you remember teacher x?" or "can you remember when we all jumped out of the window?" or "whatever happened to those we couldn't get in touch with?"
When our beloved first teacher left us after form 2 (she had a baby), we became the problem class of our school, but we never had troubles with bullying or the like. It was us against everyone else, escpecially the teachers. I can remember at least one temp we drove to tears right in front of the blackboard O_o One of the things everyone around the table remembered was how one teacher had whacked a stick with a sharp hook on the end right down on my desk, an inch or two from my fingers, leaving a big dent. That really shocked everybody -- especially me, since I never joined in in the teacher-bashing or general ruckus.
Aaah, those were the days! When school and all the kids were the whole world and it all _mattered_ so desperately. Now when we look at old school pics it's difficult to think that bunch of little tykes could ever be so world dominating, or considered so cool, as some of them were. Growing up certainly broadens one's perspectives.
Hm, I wonder if anyone has posted new pics yet...