“THE BEST MEMORIES COME FROM BAD IDEAS.”

by Lynn Otieno

Damn! I loved the door seat, the one right at the door. Sitting in that particular corner sanctified you from all the bad girl behavior according to the high school code of behavior in the 2000s. It meant the following.
1. You were a good kid, except you were as naughty as the rest of them.
2.You never slept in class, lol, you were the chief sleeper.
3. You were always attentive in class.Hell naw,most of the time you were dreaming about visiting day or fantasizing about the next meal.
4. It generally meant you were a good student. Big LOL.
But then, one bright Friday afternoon, after we’d had a sumptuous meal at the D Hall, something unfortunate happened. I was so full and anticipating a geography lesson in the afternoon. Aki high school was torture. You can imagine having to sit in a class and learn about how rocks and volcanic mountains are formed, while you are full and on a hot afternoon.

It was about 15 minutes into the lesson and the geography teacher was nowhere to be seen. There’s a way we’d tell when a teacher wasn’t going to show up for a lesson, depending on the number of minutes they were late by. So this particular afternoon I decided to nap a little. The next thing I knew is that the geography teacher was standing right in front of my desk asking me why I was sleeping. In a bout of confusion I responded “I have a headache”
She simply smiled and went on ahead to teach.
It’s so funny how when you’re an adolescent with your meagre thinking and akili ndogo you always imagine you’re fooling people… and that everyone else thinks the way you do. lol
I thought that story was done until one day when we had an open day and it was time to have a one on one with the Geog teacher. Her opening statement almost sent me into a coma.
After all the salutations she looked at me then back at my mum and exclaimed “So this lazy girl is your daughter? ” Damn I was good in Geography!
I mean I only slept once, sorry, she only caught me once! My mum brushed that statement off, but she sure didn’t forget about it. Neither did I.
All the other teachers had said such nice things about me and then the Geography teacher decided to just water it down. I mean…
Most days in high school felt like toil. We had to wake up at 4, go to preps, take strong tea, do manual work and spend the rest of the day in class. It was classic routine.
We loved sundays, because we’d step out to attend church. It was majorly the stepping out that made us happy. And singing and dancing in church, and of course seeing outsiders(read young men) who attended the first service.
We loved being sent home for school fees, it was a good break from prison (read school) and of course we loved the weekend! And particularly more if a boy had sent you a letter. You’d read it and muse over it the whole weekend. And then Monday morning would come and it was tough routine all over again.
We had a photographer who would dutifully beat us pictures, wash them and deliver them the following weekend.He made a kill from making the students happy over the weekend.
So this right here is a picture of us, a friend and I from one of the beautiful high school weekends and seeing it really got me thinking about how fast time flies. It seems just like yesterday. Your classmates are the picture, pinky this time, we had a variety of clothes to choose from and we are not holed up in any prison.

Laugh at your own peril 😂😂😂

Do tell, what are some of your favorite memorable moments from high school?

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