Who passed you the mic
Listening to a few Eminem songs off his very first album…infinite.
It strange how certain music takes you back to a certain place in your life. The simple beats off this album and the genuine vocals remind me of trailing to school on a very grey day.
Me, Simon and this other dood Rick. All three of us hated school, the first couple of years there we had no friends other than each other. I can’t tell you how horrible those days were, it was a mission to make it to the end of the week…leaving school seemed as though it was never going to come for us. One day all 3 of us were at the bus stop, we saw these other guys getting on the bus and decided we wouldn’t follow as we were fed up of the taunts and jibes hailed at us. Me and Simon were making a habit of walking to school, even when we caught the bus we would let it run past our school….each day we would let it go a bit further, as though maybe one day we wouldn’t have to go to school at all. On this particular day though we were walking to school. As we walked, one of the other school buses passed us by, we were lucky not to get hit by whatever missiles they were launching at us. We decided we would take to the back streets and make our way to school that way. Each of us knew that we would be extremely late to school and each of us didn’t give a fuck.
It reached 9:00, all the other pupils would be in registration by now. We started laughing and walking even slower. We would purposely walk down the wrong street and then at the end say “Oh wait no, this is the wrong street!” we would then have to turn all the way back around and start again. We eventually made it up to the park and I think for a while we considered just hanging around there all day…problem was it would be obvious with all 3 of us not turning up. The teachers would not just take us to one side and tell us off, nope….they would call our parents and let the whole world know. So we forged ahead, the sight of our school was in the distance. We could see the very top classroom. A sickening feeling hit all our stomachs.
We prolonged the inevitable by messing around with our shoe laces, basically doing whatever we could to delay. It was around 11:00 by the time we reached school. We entered the building and headed upstairs. The head of year met us at the top….nice coincidence. He put our names in his black book and gave us detention for a month. He never asked why we were always turning up late, he just dismissed us as “kids screwing about”, that wasn’t the case though….we just really hated school.
If I’m honest with myself, there are days were I am completely haunted by my second school. Its something that has been buried inside of me, my confidence in myself is just smashed to pieces. We all have things we must overcome, demons to exorcise, but I am struggling…still.
Being in this city does me no good though, I’m always wondering if I will bump into someone from those early days. I have to beat it one day, we are all on a clock, so how much time can you afford to waste? Its just hard though.
It strange how certain music takes you back to a certain place in your life. The simple beats off this album and the genuine vocals remind me of trailing to school on a very grey day.
Me, Simon and this other dood Rick. All three of us hated school, the first couple of years there we had no friends other than each other. I can’t tell you how horrible those days were, it was a mission to make it to the end of the week…leaving school seemed as though it was never going to come for us. One day all 3 of us were at the bus stop, we saw these other guys getting on the bus and decided we wouldn’t follow as we were fed up of the taunts and jibes hailed at us. Me and Simon were making a habit of walking to school, even when we caught the bus we would let it run past our school….each day we would let it go a bit further, as though maybe one day we wouldn’t have to go to school at all. On this particular day though we were walking to school. As we walked, one of the other school buses passed us by, we were lucky not to get hit by whatever missiles they were launching at us. We decided we would take to the back streets and make our way to school that way. Each of us knew that we would be extremely late to school and each of us didn’t give a fuck.
It reached 9:00, all the other pupils would be in registration by now. We started laughing and walking even slower. We would purposely walk down the wrong street and then at the end say “Oh wait no, this is the wrong street!” we would then have to turn all the way back around and start again. We eventually made it up to the park and I think for a while we considered just hanging around there all day…problem was it would be obvious with all 3 of us not turning up. The teachers would not just take us to one side and tell us off, nope….they would call our parents and let the whole world know. So we forged ahead, the sight of our school was in the distance. We could see the very top classroom. A sickening feeling hit all our stomachs.
We prolonged the inevitable by messing around with our shoe laces, basically doing whatever we could to delay. It was around 11:00 by the time we reached school. We entered the building and headed upstairs. The head of year met us at the top….nice coincidence. He put our names in his black book and gave us detention for a month. He never asked why we were always turning up late, he just dismissed us as “kids screwing about”, that wasn’t the case though….we just really hated school.
If I’m honest with myself, there are days were I am completely haunted by my second school. Its something that has been buried inside of me, my confidence in myself is just smashed to pieces. We all have things we must overcome, demons to exorcise, but I am struggling…still.
Being in this city does me no good though, I’m always wondering if I will bump into someone from those early days. I have to beat it one day, we are all on a clock, so how much time can you afford to waste? Its just hard though.
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