I was driving home from work tonight and my iPhone was on shuffle play. On came Bowling for Soup with High School Never Ends and it set me thinking ‘you know, that would make a great Sarah-centric lyric post. Plus, I’ve not done one of those for a long, long time. And it’s one of those songs that I identify with very strongly. So… here are some ramblings based around the first verse and the chorus. Plus, of course, it. Because it’s great.
Four years you think for sure, that’s all you’ve got to endure…
I went to school here. I was there for five years actually, but my GOD it felt longer. I was bullied during the first year and then proceeded to never fit in afterwards on account of being a little bit antisocial, a little bit too nerdy and almost painfully shy. I was quite excited about leaving primary school and going to secondary school. That was before the complete cowbag on the school bus started picking on me. Easy target? Hell, yes. I still am now. That at least has never changed.
All the total dicks, all the stuck up chicks, so superficial, so immature
Well, duh. Of course they were immature. We’re talking about 11-16 year olds. You think when you’re in the thick of it that you’re OH so grown up. You don’t realise until much, much later that essentially, you were indeed, either a total dick or a stuck up chick, so superficial, so immature.
Then when you graduate, you take a look around and you say ‘Hey Wait!’
This is the same as where I just came from, I thought it was over… aw, that’s just great.
You know what? This is absolutely, completely true as is totally encapsulated in the chorus of this song. When you first leave school, you think you’re grown up and that the world has somehow grown up around you. Boy, are you in for a nasty shock.
The whole damn world is just as obsessed with who’s the best dressed and who’s having sex
Who’s got the money, who gets the honeys, who’s kinda cute and who’s just a mess
See: Daily Mail, The Sun, tabloid newspapers and ‘celebrity’ magazines to bear out the truth of this, m’lud.
And you still don’t have the right look, and you don’t have the right friends
Well, that’s true enough. I never bought into ‘fashion’ as such. I wear what I like to wear. It makes me painfully untrendy. People talk designer labels at me and I just sort of blank out. People go on about handbags that, as far as I can tell, are only different because they have a cute little Scottie dog tag on them and pay the sort of amount I would genuinely pass out at. For a handbag.
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
Uh… isn’t this line sort of contradictory? Nothing changes but… well, yeah, everything changes. But stays the same. Song lyrics. So grammatically irritating and yet SO ACCURATE, DAMN THEM!
High school never ends.
True facts. People still bitch about one another behind their backs. People still go for the games of one-upmanship. People still look at you in a slightly odd way because you don’t fit a certain stereotype. I can’t engage in conversations about clothes or accessories or hair… I can feign a vague interest, but at some point, my head fills with white noise and people start to sound like the teachers and adults out of Peanuts.
The other line in that song that is very accurate to me personally is:
…and you still listen to the same shit you did back then…
Uh-huh. Now THAT’S completely true. I like some stuff that’s out in the charts these days, but give me 80’s style rock any time. I’m a Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, Queen, Iron Maiden and Bands Of That Ilk fan. It accounts for most of my playlist. Stuff like Bowling for Soup gets on there because it’s largely in the same vein. It’s only rock ‘n’ roll. But I like it.
There. That brain dump is out of my head. I can get on with writing now!