What a rebel I was towards the end of my high-school years, cutting a class here, cutting a class there, leaving for lunch other days and not returning.
Used to have a ball. I'd go window and store shopping, sit at my favourite haunt (coffee place) with other class-skipping friends, smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee, and chatting, and sometimes I'd take-up a quiet and relaxing place in the park and lay back on the grass, soaking up the afternoon in style.
Looking back on it now, it was my way of recharging my batteries.
I'll bet it's not so easy anymore passing-up classes or school days as it was back in the day.
Used to have a ball. I'd go window and store shopping, sit at my favourite haunt (coffee place) with other class-skipping friends, smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee, and chatting, and sometimes I'd take-up a quiet and relaxing place in the park and lay back on the grass, soaking up the afternoon in style.
Looking back on it now, it was my way of recharging my batteries.
I'll bet it's not so easy anymore passing-up classes or school days as it was back in the day.