Becoming cool

Let me tell you, I've not been this super cool guy you see before you all my life. I was having a conversation about year 7, and it made me think back. I HATED secondary school. I loved primary school because It was simple, and people liked me. I remember people would fight over who would sit next to me on the carpet, that sounds like a really bad lie, but i'm being srs. The teachers loved me, my friends loved me, the girls...not so much, but I was somewhat popular.

Then I moved up to secondary school, and it was scary. I hardly knew anyone, but that's never really a bad thing, I'm always up for making new friends, but it's hard when they don't give you the chance. Without going in to too much detail, i'll cut it short. I was not cool for the first few years of secondary school. I was short, fat and geeky, but why would that make me any less of a nice person? It didn't. So not really making friends made it hard to get on with school, and I really loved school. New lessons, new classes, everything new.

I was bullied, alot throughout the first couple of years in secondary school. This being year 7 abd 8 mainly, I changed alot towards the end of year 9. I remember that my class mates would used to steal my equipment, snap my rulers and pens for no reason, and generally make my life hell. They would do the 'oh so cliche' stealing my dinner money and food.

I remember that I would always come home really upset. I felt like such a fucking idiot whenever I cried, whether it be in the middle of class, or when I got home.
Eventually I would just lie about being ill so I didn't have to go into school until eventually my mum didn't believe me, so i would start to make myself ill. Eventually I just made myself throw up and stuff to have a legit reason to stay at home.

I just hated it all so much. Oh and by the way, why are we ever taught that "if you tell a teacher, you be fine"? That has never helped me, any time I told a teacher, it definitely made things worse. My dad always used to tell me stories about when he got bullied, he stood up to them and that helped. You know what? It fucking did.

I changed alot towards the end of year 9 then onwards, found a nice group of friends, felt accepted and had fun. That summer of I think 2005, maybe 06, I went out every day, took up skate boarding which was so much fun, and just made the most of being a teenager.

Now i've gotten to the age where I can't fuck about, and I hate it. For any juniors reading this, here is my advise, make the most of being a kid. I mean yes I'm still relatively young, although I'll be 19 in 6 months today. I guess I'm partly ready for adult life but partly not. Don't like the idea of working, but it has to be done If i want nice things. Something I'm very fond of now though, is my girlfriend. I love lex, and don't really need to express that very much more in words.

School was hell, I hope to never go through anything like that again. It was mainly because of the way I looked, but oh well. I've changed loads, i'm not nice and tall, builg big and just completely different.

I'm going to leave it at that, I hope I have enlightened you a bit on my early secondary school years. However, you still know next to nothing about me.