The Weekend and some thoughts
We had a good weekend, very slow and very relaxing with only a little bit of work to do, which as per usual I had to do at the last minute. We went out Friday night and then I stayed in on Saturday while Lee went out to a bucks night. He was soooo cute when he came home, because he was so drunk, and he is so cute when he is drunk.
On Sunday I finally did a bit of clearing up of stuff that has been sitting under the house in an old suitcase ever since I moved in to my house two years ago. One of the things I found was my old school shirt which was signed by some of the people I went to school with on the last day.
I picked it up and looked at it and it made me remember my school days and what they meant to me. Now many people remember their school days with fondness and excitement. On the other hand many people remember thir school days with nothing other than disdain.and grateful thanks that they are over. I know that I describe school with a romantic twist but the reality is very different. I went to an all boys private school which was very homophobic, straight and religous. The average boys that went to my school were spoilt rich kids who had no real idea of life and how hard it was for other people.
Looking at the people that had signed my shirt I realised that the only reson I wanted to keep it was because some of my favorite teachers signed it as well. I thought about throwing it out - after all it's been ten years since I left school and I'm not really interested in remembering the dark times that I put up with.
But I decided to keep it and let it serve as a reminder to me, about how people can be bigoted, narrow minded and nasty. In the midst of all that though there were some roses amongst all the thorns, they were the teachers who cared and treated me with respect and friendship. Thanks Cheryl, Mrs Green (for the life of me I can't remember her first name) and thanks Mark for standing up for me and letting me know that the entire world wasn't made of homphobic dickheads.