The highschool years.
York High School in George. The only single English medium school that is not private, between Cape Town and PE. The result? Pressure to perform and mix of scholars from all over the area.
Grey skirts (and later trousers) with white shirts and blue jersey's and blazers. A lovely English Blue to go with the "English" theme
I was awkward (I still am), I didn't really fit in (I still don't) and I was really busy with lots of things (I still kinda am).
From the moment school started I was determined to be involved. I played sports, I joined societies, I volunteered for anything I could.
I made friends quickly but didn't form part of a specific circle or "group".
I always wanted to be part of a crowd. You know - those friends who are friends forever? They meet at school and spend their lives doing everything together?
I never really found that group.
Instead, I made valuable friends who are still a part of my life one way or another. We don't go on holidays together or see each other all the time, but we are close and play important roles in our lives.
|Far left is one amazing lady who still stands by me today|
The highschool years were filled with the usual teenage adventures.
Picked for sports teams, missing out on provincial colours in those sports and serious injuries that still affect me today (remember the recent knee incident?)
I had a highschool romance or two. Had a few big crushes. But nothing serious, just lessons in love and relationships.
|This is the crowd who recently met up for a mini reunion|
I worked part time during the last two years of highschool. Good lesson for life - balancing school, social life and work.
I travelled overseas and explored Europe during this stage in my life. I didn't realise how much I would learn while seeing other countries!
My subject choices were foolish and I finished with knowledge that wouldn't really be of any use. If I could go back I would have said no to history and yes to science. No to Art and yes to Biology. Smart subjects, not the ones I was good at. I achieved reasonable results in the end. Let's move on!
|The last year of highschool|
I bid farewell to highschool with enthusiasm and sentiment. I realised a stage was over and I was sad to say goodbye to friends. But I was ready to meet new people, see new places and learn so much more.
What do you remember about highschool?