Those were the best days of my life.

I went for my booster today. 

I won't mention the 45-minute queue, or the "you have to wait for 15 minutes after the jab?"  "why?", "erm, just because".  "So I can go", "erm no We'd rather you waited for a little while, ten minutes?"  I said, "I'm worried about my husband, he's been waiting in the car for me for 50 minutes".  Okay - you can go in ten minutes. 

So I waited.

And watched. 

The jabs were being administered in my old secondary school, Boy and Tooli's Old Secondary School.. the area I was sitting used to be the playground. 

It's inside now.    One of my First blips, 11 years ago - i wrote about the campaign to save the school.  The campaign was successful and the school was saved, and extended.  There is a whole other part of the school built directly behind the original building - all modern and beautiful but completely merged with the old stately gal  

And I was sitting in the middle.   between the old and the new. 

And where i was sitting, I could see the stairs down from the vestibules to the Home Economics corridor, I could still smell it.  I could still feel the fear and dread, I used to feel when I walked down those stairs.  Feeling so bad, I mostly used to turn round and go and sit in Sick Bay instead. 

I hated Mrs MacDougall.  And she hated me.   Ripped my work apart, told me I had heavy thighs.  Told me I was stupid.  Told me my scones were good for one thing - Door Stops. 

Never ever be a teacher like that.