Those are like the ones I used to have. I think my mom and dad always called them "deck" shoes. Like boat shoes. Boat - deck.
^ Yep.
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I love my light blue. I will say, it's darker than it looks on screen though.
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In the junior school we were always strapped for not doing homework etc, but in the bigger school they were always good with me because l convinced tham that playing music was a far more productive use of my time than running up and down an oval without purpose like a dill. They agreed!
For physical education l got n/a on my report, and l never did the three hour Wednesday sports for three years. When it was muddy l would stand outside the music room, blow my horn, stick my fingers up and yell "SUCKERS!!!". The sports teacher would yell back "aye shooey...stop being a bastard....now get inside and keep on blowin' that horn". BWAHAHAHA.
On the camps the teachers would get pissed at night. One time the kids had to carry one teacher and put him to bed, no shit.
Another time a bunch of us invited our music teacher to a party and everyone got pissed. Here was the teacher outside in the shed, pissed as a fart swinging from the rafters like a bleedin' monkey-man yellin' like a crazy man.
I loved my school, a great experience and l always have fond memories of the place. The junior school was like a strict 1950's style school, really really strict. Belonging to that school is like being part of a special club, many of us feel closely connected to the place.
(edited out a couple of stories)
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