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Danshi Kokosei No Nichijou (Daily life of a highschool boy) part 1

The title is a total rip-off from an awesome comedy anime with the same title, but im not here to talk about it or preach about how awesome the series was. No, im here share a bit about my past. Well, without further ado, here's my (long past) highschool life!!

So here in Indonesia, the term highschool is separated into two, which is junior and senior high. My junior was at a pretty small, cramped, sometimes very smelly, yet nostalgic school in Jakarta called P7. I go to that school mainly because my primary was close by, and like most people, because my older sibling went there. Come to think about it, i was rather social in primary school. I was in good relation with most people. But it all changed when the fire nation attacked (meme joke here sorry cant help it).

Junior high was, quite frankly, rough and has a rather huge impact to what i am now. Starting off, you could slowly see, with your biased view, that people are starting to become more of a jerk. Bullying is very much real guys. I was involved in a rather minor part of it (as the victim, obv thru my rather small stature). Nevertheless, puberty doesnt really hit hard on me during junior high. Probably because im very verrryyy childish, surrounded by people similar to me. Long story short, junior high wasnt really that pretty at least until the last part. During those years, i learnt how to be an introvert. How to avert your gaze, how to avoid interactions during free time, avoid physical contact in the most childish way. And hey! It made me read books! So.. it was there that i learnt that silence and solitude is really a great way to set your minds straight

Its not until the last year, that i finally man up and made a few normal friends. (Note that due to me being a childish and ridiculous, i havnt got that many of the so called normal friends, so gf's is out of question). I really owe it to these 3 people that helped me build up my characters. To man up, be a person like from that song "brave".. y know... And ironically, i was told to "man" up by a girl. Yeah i know... I was sad.

To sum it up, junior high was, at the very least, not easy for me. It was rough, filled with bullying of sorts, mocking, and me being very childish to the point that i feel like i wanted to kick my past self in the *ss for it. But i also had my fair share of fun too, thanks to the three girls who hang around with me during that last year.

Tbh, i have a very bad memory and i dont really remember that much about my junior high, much so about the bad memories. It is really annoying to not be able to remember things, i can assure you that. But some say, ignorance is a bliss. Well, as long as i learnt my lesson, remember a fair bit of them, its all dandy. In fact, these lessons are the reasons why i did what i did in senior high!... But that story is for another day. For now, good night and toodle-oo!!

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