You start at the front with a bunch of piss soaked 4 year olds not knowing what the hell is going on, then each year you move back a row gradually moving up the hierarchy. The 2nd and 3rd rows singing under the watchful eyes of the teachers, then you get to a no-mans land of anarchy where some kids do little more than mumbling hiding behind the heads of taller kids while comedians belt it out as unharmoniously as possible. Before you reach the fabled final row, after years looking on with envy and pins & needles in your toes, it is now your turn to rise and enjoy the glory of sitting on the wooden benches at the back. For now at 10 yrs old you have peaked!
RolfSonOfAShepard420 on January 31st, 2021 at 16:06 UTC »
Hes got the whole world in his hands
turingthecat on January 31st, 2021 at 16:56 UTC »
‘Dance then wherever you may be, for I am the lord of the dance said he’
Bugger me, that was 30 years ago, but still vivid
ToManyTabsOpen on January 31st, 2021 at 19:02 UTC »
Ah yes. The hierarchy of life.
You start at the front with a bunch of piss soaked 4 year olds not knowing what the hell is going on, then each year you move back a row gradually moving up the hierarchy. The 2nd and 3rd rows singing under the watchful eyes of the teachers, then you get to a no-mans land of anarchy where some kids do little more than mumbling hiding behind the heads of taller kids while comedians belt it out as unharmoniously as possible. Before you reach the fabled final row, after years looking on with envy and pins & needles in your toes, it is now your turn to rise and enjoy the glory of sitting on the wooden benches at the back. For now at 10 yrs old you have peaked!