Back to school

Not me. I'm still on 'holiday' thanks to some of our nations most intelligent students who decided that between dialogue and violence, bring on the stones!(+ whatever they used to set a couple of cars on fire). Tis the plight of public universities...*sigh*...anyway it's my sister who went back to school today. I thought that when I got out of high school I wouldn't dread opening day ever again. I was so very wrong.

The thing about my high school is that it was hell. I'm not exaggerating. It was like they removed a chunk of hell from wherever hell is, put it in nairobi and built a school there. Holidays were always a relief from the sulphur and brimstone and going back...my GOD! I think if you had asked most of my classmates at the time to choose between losing a limb and going back to school they'd have seriously started an internal debate about which part of the body would be of less consequence. Anyway so opening day was a day to mope around the house, pack and for some people cry. To make matters worse, the school administration set a deadline for returning to school. You had to be there before 5 o' clock or the punishment would be to stay in school during the next midterm (why Lord why?!). I want to explain that I love my mother very much and that we are very good friends but seriously she is one of the things that makes opening day a HORRIBLE experience. At around 2 p.m. I was expected to be ready to go (bags packed,full school uniform,blablabla...so that I wouldn't be late and endure the wrath of the housemistress *ghoulish shriek*) and I was. The thing is, she usually wasn't and her defense mechanism is yelling. AT ME! The whole journey to the supermarket, the entire time I spent shopping and the trip to school she would yell. AT ME! I learned how to zone out when she gets like that (which is at least once a day. My mother is an angry woman) but it would get to a point where I'd be like, "When the hell am I going to get to school."

The funny thing is that most of her shouting would be about my lack of time consciousness (I am, by the way, insanely time conscious) and the way I'd suffer if I had to spend my midterm in school but she seemed completely unaware of the suffering her noise was causing my eardrums! Soooo...I thought this would stop when I cleared. Then the unthinkable happened. My sister ends up attending the same school and guess who has to help her get ready? And then guess which sucker has to keep her company the whole ride to school? I am an annoyingly good big sister. The worst thing about it is that my mum is so used to shouting at me that she forgets that it is actually my SISTER going to school. Oh well. I guess old habits die hard. I can't wait 'til my sis is done with high school.