This week I must confess is over with Toni at Finding Myself Young. The prompt is ‘what would you tell your younger self’. I have written a more serious post on this topic before so I’m going to write one that is a little more tongue in cheek. After all of the seriousness of the last week, it’s definitely needed!
I would tell my 13 year old self… Being ahead in Science because your primary school started lab work in grade 4 will be short lived. Don’t be a smug arsehole about it. It will come back to bite you on the arse.
I would tell my 14 year old self… If your teacher asks if what you are talking about is more important than what she is teaching, just give her the answer she is looking for. Saying that it is and going back to your conversation will get you thrown out and you’ll spend the rest of the day doing filing and odd jobs for the Head of Department. She will think this is hilarious. You will not.
Also, for heaven’s sake check the piece of paper you are writing your lines on (for the detention you’ve received for telling the teacher to bugger off when they asked where your hat was) because it will include a nice little note about said teacher that was intended for your best friend…not the teacher. It’s a pain in the arse being on a behaviour card for a week. The teacher will also cry because you called him a dickhead…he thought you really liked him.
I would tell my 15 year old self… Don’t drink beer in the hopes that you will grow to like it. Believe me, you’ll still be trying that ten years later and it still won’t work.
Also, it’s totally cool that your Dad has decided to take you to the Ekka…don’t worry that you are a bit of skirt and hold his jumper so you don’t get lost. It will be a great day, enjoy it.
I would tell my 16 year old self… Don’t start that Livejournal. I might seem like a good idea at the time but it will cause nothing but drama.
I would tell my 17 year old self… Totally make sure you pinch one of the pink outfits for Eisteddfod. Yellow is really not your colour.
Also don’t carve that word on your stomach, It will mean you will face being thrown out of the performance and it will make the hot teacher who is doing your body paint really uncomfortable. I know you don’t normally care about that sort of stuff but it will be upsetting.
I would tell my 18 year old self… DO NOT let your Mum shave your head (sorry Mum!). It won’t really suit you, at all.
My life has definitely had it’s share of lessons. Some days I am happy about that, because it has made me the person that I am today, it means that I have met some really awesome people. However there are definitely days when I wish there were not so many lessons and a bit more living!
What would you tell your younger self?