My story of education can be broken into three. Part one, primary and high school; part two Life Education, and part three tertiary education.
Me, just before I started school in Gladstone
Primary school nothing much of note. High school, hmmm well where do I begin and how much pain do I share? My parents moved to
year nine. I am not sure what was worse being invisible and not speaking to
anyone for days, or the bullying? Gladstone
Apparently I was different. My elder sister was/is the beautiful popular girl, with blue eyes, long blonde hair and even longer legs. Everyone adored her. My little sister was in primary school, and solved her dislike of school by simply going home everyday. What was also in her favour was she was great at sport and super intelligent.
There was physical and verbal bullying, always from girls. When will girls (women) learn to be nice to each other? Interestingly, I got called a slut. I was still a virgin, but because my elder sister and I had fake IDs and would sneak into the Shangrila Night Club I got this label. I was called weird and picked on for being different.
Eventually I had a group of friends? But there was always a sense of separation. I would not call us close, and when I left
never saw any of them ever again. Gladstone
There was worse that happened, but this is all I choose to share as I do not want to go into the negatives too much. What is positive about this life experience, is that it taught me, weird, different, the same, it does not matter. What does matter is to accept who you are. Those girls may have made my life hell in High School; however it has allowed me to make my own life choices, and not to follow popular opinions.
I finished high school and the very next day I moved from
to Gladstone . On
the bus just me and my suitcase. Where I began the best part of my life and