The good old days when we would sit and talk about nonsense all day without being malicious to anyone.
The way we ribbed each other and never got offended.
Being able to sit down and discuss anything with total disregard to pecking order.
Pecking order? What's that?
Not caring whether we sounded nerdy or not.
Discussing world events as if we knew everything going on behind the scenes, even though we knew jack shit.
Going to classes because we wanted to see our friends, not because we cared about lessons.
Being able to daydream in class and still come up with the right answer.
Mom’s cooking – because that’s when we knew the day was over.
Sleeping in the bus rather than trying to remember the nerves in the brachial plexus.
Not caring about a test because it didn’t matter if we failed or passed.
Making up imaginary enemies – because we didn’t have any real ones.
Having time to write about things that mattered to us, rather than do endless library searches.
The way we all understood what one of us was talking about.
Not having to worry about sleeping late because we could always sleep in class.
Not having to worry about anything outside the classroom.
Being able to lean back in bed and read a book of our own choosing, not a textbook recommended by module leaders.
The way everything outside school and our houses never mattered.