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| Summary | Exemplary Child |
I saw another variant of the building site one at my primary school in good old Brum. It was about these kids who played on this building site and they all died horribly. One got crushed by a girder somehow, another had a dog or something and it ran through this tube in a pile of sand and the kid crawled through after the dog but the dog got out the other side and the sand all fell down and trapped the kid inside the tube and he suffocated. Someone trod on a nail and I think that was where there was some foot in a shoe. Bizarrely at the time I didn't bother to pay much attention to this scary film, I was probably looking out of the window at the sixth form colledge over the road and wondering what those kickass big kids did all day. Now that I am actually in my second year of sixth form I know what big kids do, and I would kill to watch videos like that instead of doing work. How things change.
At primary school we were told by one kid in our year that his big brother (in secondary school) had textbooks with swears in. Official schoolbooks with real swears. We saw no reason to disbelieve this; they were big kids in secondary school after all, who had probably all drunk beer and had lots of porn and sex, so they must be given text books with swears in because they were so grown up.
Later on, we realised that we had been conned; not because we'd got to secondary school and were expecting to receive our sweary textbooks, but because we found out that this kid had no big brother. All those years we had known him, and even been to his house. And then we suddenly found out from his mother that he had no brother; it was a quite a shock.
I think that part of us died that day, when we found out that swearing textbooks didn't exist. The fucking Tricolore was no substitute at all.
Later on, we realised that we had been conned; not because we'd got to secondary school and were expecting to receive our sweary textbooks, but because we found out that this kid had no big brother. All those years we had known him, and even been to his house. And then we suddenly found out from his mother that he had no brother; it was a quite a shock.
I think that part of us died that day, when we found out that swearing textbooks didn't exist. The fucking Tricolore was no substitute at all.