Comments on: Schoolday memories

By: Matt

Matt — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 16:11:48 +0000

Hey,
I just saw on your twitter bar your earphones don’t work. Mine recently broke (for my iphone), so if you are looking to sell them, I live in the city and I think this form gives you my email! If not, and you want to keep them- they still work in ipods fyi.

Shine on you crazy diamond,
Matt

By: excalipoor

excalipoor — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 03:48:56 +0000

I wish I can remember the good times in school, but between 6th to 10th grade, I was in 5 different schools. Moving around in the city and all the schools are in different part of the city. I also have to deal with the culture shock of moving from Hong Kong to NYC. I can only remember the mean things that people would say because of my ethnicity and unique culture. Go to public schools in the city is something so unique, you don’t really see it on tv. Save by the bell or other high school shows cannot be related to NYC at all. Only Law & Order was realatable. LOL.

By: Tom

Tom — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 19:55:12 +0000

Dear Ella,

When I hover over that nice picture of a class room, it reads “London Eye”. Either this is a very clever reference to René Magritte’s “The Key of Dreams” or I won something. Or is it both?

Keep up the good work, I enjoy reading your blog posts and watching your videos.

Your pal, Tom

By: David K.

David K. — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 21:39:49 +0000

That’s cool to have a subject Japanese. In Holland we only have Dutch, German, French and English (and sometimes even Latin and Greek). I’d rather have had Japanese and Chinese!

By: Mark Duval

Mark Duval — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 01:46:12 +0000

Ah school. I hated my school years due to bullying, and OCD and chronic shyness (no doubt caused by the bullying). When my HSC was over I felt as thought I’d been released from prison.
One day I want to travel back in time and tell my teenage self that it gets better.

By: Alex

Alex — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 23:07:16 +0000

I went through hell from years 2 to 6 from bullying. I’ve later found out that the main guy behind the bullying is now dead from an overdose.

I remember my first crush around year 1, a girl who lived next door to school who I exchanged glances with every day before being picked up. We liked each-other, but never met.

I was popular amongst the girls in primary, probably why I got so much scorn from the boys. And I didn’t even know about neither.

Our first teach was a fanatical evangelical Christian new-ager who taught us stories about friends of his that rejected Christ and started to bleed out of all their orifices, he gave us bibles, he taught us to tell our parents to throw out all our furniture and start meditating. He was fired after the first year.

One day I’ll write a book …

By: Fadzli

Fadzli — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 16:55:18 +0000

That was a very pleasant short memoir of your school days. All I could imagine in my head was the show ‘Wonder Years’. My sister was involved in the baby-sitters’ club thing. she and her friends had like, these books and they’d have these activities (take note, saying ‘these’ were my way of expressing how ew i thought it was back then) but i guess when you look back on it now, it was so much a better alternative than what most kids are into these days. anyway, sad to hear about the anorexia but glad you came out of it gorgeous thanks for sharing a little piece of your past!

By: David

David — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 13:33:27 +0000

Good stories. I wish my high school had a bear pit.

I’m sorry you were anorexic in high school. We all did something self-destructive and stupid as teenagers, some are just more stigamatized (eating disorders, heroin) than others (binge drinking, unprotected sex). I perfected the art of concealing pins on my person so that I could surreptitiously cut myself in class.

By: Mohamad

Mohamad — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 02:35:33 +0000

Wow, that’s like an awesome High School Story.

I’d love to adapt your High School Story into a movie, Ella. Maybe we could work together and write the script?

By: phampants

phampants — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 23:37:09 +0000

I went from one of the cooler kids to someone in the shadows. By the time 5th grade rolled around, I was forever labeled the smart kid. I was doom. Ridiculed and mocked each day, I hated school and became every angry.

High school brought fresh faces and a whole new start. I was still the smart kid. I was never really picked on, but was forgotten in the shadows. I was destined to change that. When my 12th year started, everyone knew me as a model kid; I used it to my advantage. Before the school year was over, I controlled 2/3 of the school media and played a powerful role in the last 3rd. I had the school master keys. I called the senior prank and orchestrated the whole thing. Meanwhile, I pulled a separate prank on the vice-principal because I wanted to show that I was more. On graduation night, as everything was revealed, all my classmates looked at me and realized that I truly owned the school. The other classmate who pulled rank and popularity all year was uncrowned. From the shadows, I step forward and accepted the title. They were my pawns and I was the king.