Do you ever think ‘what might have been?’ Sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way you think it will but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. This week’s prompt at Denyse Whelan Blogs was ‘My Last Year of High School’. I wasn’t going to write anything but decided that much as changed in my life since the year of 1975.
I was always self-conscious at high school and never thought I measured up to others. In fact, I’m being pretty brave posting the photo below!
North Sydney Girls’ High School was a ‘selective’ school and you could only attend if a mother or sister had been a past student or in my case it was the top few girls in my primary school. It was an academic school and what a pleasant surprise to think I would be one of the chosen few from my primary school to be selected. Although my Dad was a blue collar worker and Mum a stay-at-home Mum, I was now mixing with girls who had parents from professional backgrounds. I even had a friend who’s father was a Judge!
I Left School twice!
As well as school I had always loved dancing – ballet, tap, jazz, highland dancing – you name it, I did it. So when my ballet teacher offered our local studio to myself and my best friend, I jumped at the chance. It was then after completing my School Certificate that I decided to leave school and pursue my dream of being a full-time ballet teacher.
However, it wasn’t long before I realised that my dream would also need a ‘back up’. I missed my friends and also wanted to become a school teacher.
So back to School again.
School was a happy time for me and during the last two years – 5th & 6th Form as they were known, I was surprisingly chosen to be a prefect. As part of my prefect duties, I introduced a jazz ballet club as an extra curricular activity for the girls.
Time came for the Higher School Certificate and I matriculated and received a place at University for a teaching degree. Unfortunately, my parents (whom I loved dearly ), couldn’t understand why I wanted to continue on to university, when I would probably soon be ‘getting married and having children’. To my regret I didn’t pursue a teaching career but continued with my dance studio and taking a secretarial course.
40 years on and we had our School Reunion last year . It was so wonderful catching up with girls I hadn’t seen for 40 years and it was so ironic that I am now firm friends with some that I really didn’t know at school.
I was a dance teacher for a number of years until my children were born and I moved to Queensland. Ironically, I became a teacher for a couple of seasons training people to complete tax returns for H&R Block when I managed one of their offices.
I can’t turn the clock back but my life has certainly not been boring and it is pointless focusing on ‘I wish I had done this’ or ‘I wish I had done that’.
One thing I did learn from my last year of high school was to encourage my children to do what they wanted to do and not what others thought they should do.
What do you remember about your last year of high school? I’d love you to share it with me in the comments below.
Let’s Keep Sizzling!