Whilst digging through some boxes last night, I discovered my old high school and sixth form leaving books; you know – those exercise books you stole from the store cupboard and passed round the room so everyone could write “I don’t know who you are but have a nice life anyway” in?
The comments range from the short and succinct to the needlessly verbose. There’s a common theme running through many of the comments – see if you can spot it.
Obviously, there are the inevitable references to my choice of course at University, abuse towards teachers, topical references and plenty of cheap innuendo and commentary on my (then non-existent) love life.
The highlight of the lot, though, is this – purely because I can now unveil what it was that she wrote two years ago and was so afeared of my revealing.
(names have been obscured to protect the innocent, but some of you can probably work out who wrote what anyway)
I’ll leave the final word to JC, though. Invaluable advice, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Brilliant. Would be even more brilliant if I could read everyones handwriting. But brilliant none the less.
Yeah, true. I’ll add some translations to the harder-to-read ones in the comments for the images.