I thought I’d write a fun and light-hearted post for you all since some of my subjects have been pretty vehement and intense as of late; so I thought let’s talk about some of the things I used to do religiously every day before setting off for high school.
Lining up 10 mascaras on the radiator. Anyone?
I used to have this theory that if you put your mascara on top of the radiator for a few minutes before using it, it would work better, and I didn’t just do this with one mascara: I did it with ten. I’m sure I spent a good while parading around looking like I had spider legs for lashes but hey, it was pretty creative, and nobody ever said anything so it must have not been all that bad.
Checking for holes in my tights. If you know, you know.
I went through tights like I went through loo roll when I was at school; I was forever getting holes in my tights and thus resulting in me going on a weekly shopping trip to Tesco or Primarni to stock up on the ol’ hosiery. It didn’t help that my legs were often too long for the tables and would constantly get caught, and I just knew before I looked down that there was going to be a great big hole or a ladder. Or the dreaded stairs, the person in front of you would have a splendid sightly sequin bag, and that was all well and good but they would always catch your tights and boom. Another hole. Another ladder. Another one bites the dust.
Getting up at crazy O’ clock just to wash my hair on the daily. What was I thinking?
At school, appearance was everything, I can’t imagine the pressure kids are under nowadays when attending schools with all youngsters mastering fashion through their favourite influencers and being self-taught MUAs… sack that, imagine non-uniform days, and I thought I had it hard! Seriously though, I used to have this obsession with NOT having greasy hair at school, it had to be fluffy and fresh every single day. Washing it the night before just wasn’t good enough. I’d get up at 6am some morning just to shower, blow-dry and straighten my hair. Goodness, I was off my head, I very seldom do that once every two weeks nowadays. Think of all of the hours I could have saved in bed.
Watch an episode of Spongebob Squarepants. Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
My brother, my dad and I would all watch an episode of Spongebob Squarepants together every morning before school; my dad would make us toast and tea and we would sit by the TV and watch the same old episodes on repeat. Maybe that’s what everyone needs to start the day off with, it used to really set me up for the day, I swear. Even the theme tune alone was enough to do it for ya.
Write in my journal. I didn’t buy the yearbook in my final year because there was no need.
I wrote in my journal daily when I went to school; every day before and every day after when I’d arrive home with a head full of gossip and high-school happenings. I never held back. It makes for a much more interesting read than the year book that everyone paid about twenty quid for.
There was loads of things I did regularly every day before school that I reminisce on fondly and try hard to remember every detail but more often than not the memories slip away so soundly. If you don’t cling on to them you find yourself struggling to remember the little things. That’s a positive about keeping a journal, you can always reflect, or writing posts like these and thinking back to the simpler times. The only thing you would be worrying about is whether the heating was on or not as you needed to melt your mascaras or if it was that annoying episode of Spongebob where Plankton gets close to stealing the Krabby Patty formula.
Life seems so complicated nowadays. Sigh.
Does anyone else want to share some fond memories of getting up and ready for the day ahead at high school? I’d love to hear some tales.
Until next time,