Maybe some of you will read this and not be able to relate at all or maybe you'll read it and know exactly what I'm talking about. It's a blog post I've been thinking about for a while because high school (now that I look back - it's be a while) was such 'foundational' (bro is that even a word? Fuck it) yet limiting experience. I guess you could lump University into that category too. You're put in this compound, wait... campus is probably a better word, and 'forced' to make friends with these people who circumstantially have found themselves in the very same place, for whatever reason. These people become your friends, your peers. You dress the same everyday so you already have something in common - boom, friends. Little do you know you're probably very different people. You'll grow up to live completely different lives and realise that you're uniform is no longer what you have in common it's the fact that you all went through that very same experience together - boom, high school clique. It's a good thing. High School inadvertently was the one place that will ever force you into making friends with people you wouldn't necessarily come across later in life - later on you'll have control over your circumstances and consequently the people you surround yourself with. I recently had a conversation with one of my high school friends about how different she felt to the friends we had been around for so long. And not in a bad way, my high school friends are some the closest friends I have, but there are some really freeing things about realising you're completely different people. And, if you don't want to you don't have to hang out with people you learned just to tolerate.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Things I've learnt since leaving high school #446
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
The Great NZ Roadtrip #445
I've started this sort of 'impromptu road trip' around New Zealand. So far it's included: New Plymouth, Hamilton, Rotorua, and everything in between. I've got about 20 days before I head to England so I'm making the most of our summer. I may or may not have caught up with a friend the other night proceeded to drink a bottle of wine, light a whole lot of fireworks and throw them into the darkness of the backyard whilst screaming "fire in the hole" [hashtag] lowpoint. Do not attempt that at home, kids.
Currently: Taupo, New Zealand. Staying in some cray cray chalet.
Tomorrow: Bungy. I'm screwed. I get vertigo standing on my tiptoes. Seriously. I think I will poo on myself.
Morgs
btw, wanna keep up with my road trip? More photos here :)
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