you cannot escape or deny your own history. it is part of what i am whether i like it or not. i think reluctantly of the time when i went to school. it’s been more than six years since my graduation from high school and i am still haunted by nightmares of that time. it underscores the enormous freedom i am enjoying now, being able to leave class whenever i please, and do not have to ask for or even justify it. most people get quite sentimental when thinking of their own school time, but i am really glad that this was over some time ago! there’s nothing romantic about it, no way. although i did very well in school, i hated the system as such, bringing discipline and (psychological) suppression of the free mind by forcing certain beliefs upon you. now that i am familiar with Foucault’s “Discipline and Punish” i have a very critical view of my time in high school. it’s no suprise to me anymore why i am haunted by nightmares of Latin class or having to take the final exam over and over again! but the strange thing is that i wasn’t feeling that way back then…