My best days do seem like a distillation of all that was best about school. Write a story! Paint a picture! Write a poem! Make a print!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wish my school days could have dragged on a little longer, or that I could go back and do it later in life.
My school days were the happiest days of my life; which should give you some indication of the misery I've endured over the past twenty-five years.
I wrote things for the school's newspaper, and - like all teenagers - I dabbled in poetry.
I love writing about the summer between high school and college. It's the last gasp of really being a teen.
Doing well in school was a cool thing to do when I was in high school, so I had a blast.
My school was OK, but I just wanted to do music. I was a bit of a daydreamer. I wish I'd gone back and paid more attention.
Almost every day, instead of going to school, I made for the fields, where I spent my day.
I enjoyed school - although I ran away on the first day. I'd reminded the teacher that it was nearly time for 'Watch With Mother' on TV.
My favorite days were when I had a cold and could stay home from school and draw all day long.
I never understand when people say, 'School days are the best of your life.' So it's all downhill from 16? How depressing.