the idea of waggin used to frighten me a lot. I wagged a couple of times in year eleven, jut the particular classes I didn't want to go to, I hated them as it was and a few of my friends were going to a friends house so I went aswell.
It was way too easy, I never got busted, we'd just stand up and stroll out of school.
After a few months of waggin whatever classes I liked, we'd all get to school and just walk into town together, get some food, get a movie and go to a friends house and watch it.
After a while I really hated school, my mum told me I had to keep going till I got a full time job so she'd drop me off every morning, and I'd walk to 60 minutes home in the 40'C heat... every morning lol.
the freedom was good, the teachers never busted me.. or cared that I was never in class.
I would get to school, then go to a friends house and meet him, watch some Tv and maybe go back 3rd or 4th period.
I did that mainly because I wasn;t getting anything out of school.
Then I started a new scool, I absolutley hated it, I was self concious all the time, wasn't enjoying my classes, and the fact that I was repeating grade 11 with a heap of people so much younger then me was annoying. After 3 month i still had 0 friends and started walking home every morning as soon as I was dropped of, another hour every morning just walking home. I started wagging there when I wore navy pants to school instead of my skirt, they put me in these ugly, uncomfortable gross pants, I hated that school so much by then I wore them first perios, then walked into town, changed and walked home.
I changed schools again, but the school was really on the ball, they had you dobbed in by reces by text message to your parents if you wern't there so it made wagging impossible to get away with. I hated schol there after another few months of crap work and crap people and no friends. I started faking sick about 3 tiems a week, i stopped there the last time I came home sick at recess, it was exactly 1 month after Panda died and I copuldn't keep the tears in, I stayed 2 lessons, sat in the toilets and cried all recess then went to the office and got them to call mum. She actually told me I didn't have to keep going, but I had to get a move on and get a job.
I'm going to finish school through TAFE in the next few years, but it just obvisouly wasn't working.