Brigi

Erm, actually I just realized it was September. Of course I knew it was a Monday when I was supposed to go back to my (old) high school but I didn't realize it was September. I'm weird in many ways.

Today was awesome, actually. We don't have uni yet and it's a kind of tradition in Radnóti High to attend the first day of school after you graduated. I met a few of my old classmates and many of my teachers. I miss them already but it helps that I can go back any time I want and I still feel at home.

But really. It's like I never left. The receptionist lady remembered me and smiled. Then I bought a big cup of my beloved school-tea. Then I tried to find my old formteacher but she was absolutely nowhere so I went upstairs to my old classroom to find my other ex-formteacher with his new class. He was so adorable with them. He tried to make them think he was a strict guy (and he actually did quite a good job :D) but he couldn't fool us, his old students. Oh yes, cause he allowed us to attend their first classed with him when he told them all about school rules and everything. Some of my classmates even showed them around the building.

By the way, it felt so good when Gulyó (my ex-formteacher) told the new class something and said they could ask US, the big girls. :) And our inside-jokes with Gulyó... Yes, he made us feel INSIDERS. Cause we still are. I know we are. My best part was this perhaps (shamelessly copied from Nick's blog):

As Gulyó told us in front of the class he's supposed to gather the whole class in B2 or 57 and we started laughing knowing how small those rooms are and the kids were looking confused...

It was one of the greatest feelings ever. Knowing that you know a place so much you can understand little jokes like that.

I managed to find Mariann (other ex-formteacher) later. She helped me choose a new class for my uni-timetable, because (naturally) it was all screwed up. Luckily she knows lots of people at uni cause she's an English teacher as well. Then I ran upstairs again to the Physics Lab to apply to the new classes on the interwebz. Love the running.

OHMAIGODTHISPOSTISSOSENTIMENTAL.

PS. I just got a letter from the ELTE choir. It tells me I'll have to be there at 6PM next Wednesday. WELL THANK YOU I have a class on Wednesday that only finishes at 5:30PM. And it's in a completely different location. Not even in our campus. LOVE THE RUNNING, right?

I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T WRITE ABOUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING: why do I like the first day of September so much?

Well, IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL. And even if I'm not a highschooler anymore it's still a fun day.

WHY?

When else can you see so many whorish highschoolers who wear nylon stockings which they pull up higher than their skirts in the most disgusting way? BTW, SKIRTS. Those skirts are like 3 centimetres long. I wear minis all the time, but COME ON. But my favourite is when they wear those VERY SHORT black shorts with a white tank top and they call it FORMALWEAR. (We're supposed to wear formal on the first day of school.)

BUT MY FAVOURITE:

HIGH HEELS. HEELS SO HIGH THEY CANNOT EVEN WALK IN THEM. I wear normal high heels all right but I cannot walk in very high heels so I DON'T WEAR THEM. IT'S NOT COMPULSORY, PEOPLE.

(Altough it's really funny when girls like that almost fall over while walking on a perfectly even pavement. Or STANDING on a perfectly even pavement. SO PLEASE NEVER STOP, WHORISH HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS.)