What this is really about.

I don’t really know why I started this blog, or what it’s about...  I guess I want to tell my story. To be honest, I’m kind of a bit confused where to start. I mean, the most logical place to start would be to be at the beginning, right? Maybe when I first stepped foot in boarding school, and walked in to the double room and laid my eyes in the raised bed and desk underneath, coupled with a cupboard? It’s hard to explain that feeling when you first walk in. It’s like... a sudden realisation. A sudden realisation that wow, this is your new home. Your parents weren’t bullshitting – they really would send you to boarding school if you fucked up again. Then they leave, and give you your goodbyes. You can hear your dad talking to you, trying to give you some advice on living away from home, but you aren’t listening because you can see your mum crying behind her sunglasses. You know she’s trying to stay strong so that you’re not embarrassed, but all you want to do is hug her and tell her you’re going to straighten yourself out. Because despite everything that’s happened, you’re not going to let her down again. But of course, in time you do. You fuck up again. You have to make those phone calls again and just accept the fact that you’re a fuck up. A grand fuck up, maybe, but a fuck up none the less.

So yeah, that’s what this blog is about. A fuck up. A fuck up who called a bluff and realised too soon that they sure as hell weren’t bluffing. A fuck up’s stories about fucking up. Occasionally you fuck up and get caught, but hey, live and learn.

Just try not to fuck up.

Life is a storm my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, and be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man, is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout,"Do your worst, for I shall do mine."

A memorable passage;

As an atheist, I was surprised to find a bit of meaningful scripture, but this one really strikes home when you're in an environment like that.

John 15:13: "Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends."

(New testament - New International Version)

Schedules;

Grades 9-11


6:30 am - Wake up -> get dressed (in school uniform) -> go and have some breakfast

7:30 am - Morning jobs (sweep corridors, clean tables, take bins out etc.)

8:20 am - First class starts

10:15-10:45 am - Morning tea

12:25-1:15 pm - Lunch

3:00 pm - School finishes

5:45 pm - Dinner

7:00-8:00 Study

9:00 - Bed

NB - If you're a smoker, put smoke breaks in between each of these.


This is the schedule that you are expected to live by, day after day.

A brief overview.

So really, I'm just starting off with this whole blogging thing.
During high school, I was enrolled at an all-boys boarding school. During my time there, friends of mine and I got up to a fair bit of "mischief". I think I'll just use this blog as a tool to put these stories that I have out there, without really compromising me or anyone involved.

Please note: the likelihood of these stories being completely accurate is extremely low. Most of these stories contain events that I, as a good student and lawful citizen would never even consider doing.

But hey, believe what you want.

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