On All Things Spud And High School

I first got my hands on Spud when I was studying for my June masters’ exams. My mother gave it to me. Told me it had made her snort out loud. I read the first Spud whenever I was procrastinating – ie: I read it in one sitting, when I didn’t feel like studying. And yes, I snorted out loud too.

It made me think of high school. It made me think of my school. Much like the one in Spud, except a girly version. It reminded me how it felt to never really fit in anywhere. How it felt to band with other misfits like myself, and how friendships could be built, not based on common interests, but rather common disinterests.

It reminded me what it felt like to be a junior in high school, and to feel so overwhelmed by how big everything is. It reminded me of what it was like being a junior and still unfamiliar with everything – rushing to class, already late, and tripping and flying down the stairs to land at the feet of a bunch of seniors.

It reminded me what it was like to bunk classes and sneak out of the boarding house late at night, to go for a cigarette behind the tennis courts. Reading Spud reminded me about all that school spirit and competitive sports bullshit that I tried my best at school to avoid. Sports’ days and school galas were likely to see me bunking school, in favour of pretending to be ill and sleeping in my bed at home.

Reading Spud reminded me of my own favourite, inspirational teachers. The ones who understood that I was different from the other girls, and how I should be handled. The English teacher that didn’t mind if I slept during class, because she knew I’d ace the exams anyway. The History teacher that was so passionate about her subject, that she quickly made it a favourite of mine. The one who brought the true history of South Africa into our classroom, and brought it alive. The teacher that taught me to appreciate photography, and the joys of developing your own film into black and white prints. The teacher that taught me the joy of clay beneath my fingers, and that ceramics was not a medium to be sneered at. She showed me the potential for creation and the potential for originality.

Spud reminded me of what it was like to live in a time where my biggest worry was the Biology test in 4th period that I hadn’t studied for, or the Art assignment that was due in at the end of the day, that I had yet to complete. Spud reminded me of a time when everything was simpler.

What were your favourite school memories? Detention for handing homework in late, or having a teacher overhear you call them by their horrible nickname?

Blog about it and you stand a chance of winning 4 tickets from MTN & Nu Metro to the Spud premiere in one of the 3 cities. Spud the Movie premieres in November across the country:

Also don’t forget that John Cleese will be attending the Jozi premiere. So that’s something worth blogging for!

1. Johannesburg Saturday 13 November 2010 @ 17:30 Nu Metro Montecasino
2. Cape Town Wednesday 17 November 2010 @ 18:30 Nu Metro V&A Waterfront
3. Durban Friday 19 November 2010 @ 18:30 Nu Metro Suncoast Casino

Deadline is tomorrow – so best you get on it!

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3 Responses to On All Things Spud And High School

  1. Linda says:

    Thanks for this post. I haven’t yet read Spud, assuming it would be too guy/boys school orientated but I can really associate with what I read here and your experiences with school so perhaps I should give Spud a read and watch too.

  2. My goodness, where did you get that picture?

    And I am such a Spud fan.

  3. Bron says:

    Just randomly decided to peruse your blog Tam and this entry is stunning… brought back so many happy/funny/naughty/sad memories from school! you have the most incredible talent for writing! let me know when you bring out a book coz i’ll definitely buy it!

    b

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