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Time to Rant About School!

Started by Wylder Treejumper, October 01, 2014, 04:02:50 AM

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Booklover

I'm amazed that this thread got revived when nobody's at school (although I doubt much has changed for you homeschoolers) and it would be the Easter Holidays soon anyway. Also that it got revived by someone who's homeschooled.
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Verdauga

You gotta love James' edit of Mask's post.
I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?

Booklover

*bursts out laughing while my mum reads out an email from school (at the edit, not the email)*

Wonder if I could copy that post? Given that in an hour and a bit, it would be the end of term for me, technically (apart from being off the past two and a half weeks).
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Verdauga

Whatever programming caused the screen stretch is replaced, so yeah, you could copy it.

I'd have started school by now if it wasn't for this virus.
I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?

Booklover

I'm assuming you don't mean that you're whatever age you start school in America, and you just mean going back to school.
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Verdauga

I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?