Here's how sad my time in this primary school was (oh, it gets better, this is just the beginning. I was quite the outcast). The one thing I looked forward to, was collecting my so-nicely-smelling lunch in that lovely brown bag, and putting $2 a week into that bank account which gave you the ruler which looked like a Pokemon card. I know everyone knows what I'm talking about.
The highlight has to be the Bicentennial Celebrations. I had to dress up as an emu, walk on stage, wiggle, then walk off. I looked like a git. Best thing is, we have it all on tape so I can just watch it again and again and again...I got one of those coins though which naturally made things better. Until I ripped it out thinking I could buy something with it, so now mine has tape all over it and again, my sister has something better than me.
I had a stalker in primary school. I can't remember his name, but he followed me in the lunch line, he followed me to the reading corner, and he wouldn't leave me alone. I can't remember why he stopped, I may have hit him, I can't remember, but it was kind of disappointing when he did. As I said before, I was an attention seeker, and this was one of the many things that fullfulled that. One of the many attention seeking tactics were born during my time at The Bush School. A common thing was whenever I got a bruise, to make sure everyone saw it, then when they asked about it, look suspiscious and say "I fell down the stairs" in hope they'd think I was getting abused by my family members of something.
Now, if you want to keep reading about my glorious, interesting time in Australia, then click here. If you want to read about when we moved to England again after this so-called glorious and interesting time, click here.