School Days are the Happiest Days of your Life? :: Creative Writing Examples

School Days are the Happiest Days of your life-time?When I was given this assignment, my initial reaction was this iseasy Half an hours writing- cookery complete. Fifteen minutes laterI find that it is incredibly surd to sort out the jumble ofthoughts, memories and feelings, that are fighting each former(a) in therace to be the first to blot this pristine discolor page.(melodramatic,but true)I suppose I could take the easy musical mode out, and write that looking backmy schooldays days were happy, carefree days. The solarise always shone. I hadno real worries. Friends were plentiful and life was whole about, fun,fun, fun. Well I could, but that would entail not being on the wholehonest. I mean, certainly a not immodest percentage of school,(compared with life today) was carefree but by no means all of it. Myover-riding recollections of school are the memories of never soonerfitting in the never quite making it into the in crowd. Not that Iwanted in, you understand. I wanted to be different (not anotherlemming) just not so different that I stood out.I blame my mother for that mentality for she drummed it into us all.If I radius the usual refrain, but all my friends are her responsewas always. if your friend stuck her clear in the fire- would you doit too? Well the answer to that was no, and when you said so, florists chrysanthe mammary glandwould smile and maintain, of course not love, you have your own mind.Youre not a lemming dont be afraid to be different. I was leftfeeling purple of myself for being different, but oh God, I stillwanted that denim jacket, or those Adidas trainers, or to stay out forthat extra half an hour or the myriad of other things that wouldhave enabled me to fit in. Money was always implike when I was atschool. With four kids to buy for - I feel mum used the lemming storyno us, just so she wouldnt have to say I cant afford it. Atschool, every deficit, both real and imagined amongst you and the incrowd made you insecure. I t could be your haircut, shoes or even justthe fig of pleats our gym skirt had. (Mine had none.) Plain skirtswere cheaper.Positive Body Image, or omit of it in my case, was a major problem. Iwent through school convinced that I was fat and ugly. Fat? I wasonly 81/2 stones I would kill to be that weight again - and as for my