October 19th, 2004
|06:15 pm - The end of an Era (cue sappy music)|
Oh My God! My last day of school is OVER! I have no more classes, no more school, EVER! It is absolutely amazing. Terrifying, but amazing. I'll tell you guys all about it, but the last twenty-four hours have been rather busy, so it'll be an epic post, which I will hide behind a cut...
This should be more accurately called "The final 24 hour period" but what the hell...
Firstly, was the boarder's formal last night. It sounds far fancier than it actually is - basically, the food is 3 courses instead of two, and way better, everyone is dressed up and the dining hall is decorated, but it wasn't a lot more than that. Our theme was maskerade, so everyone had masks, ranging from the cute, to the elegant, to the utterly hideous *cough* Geoff! *cough*
I decided to go against the trend and NOT actually wear black (Shock! Horror!), so I was wearing blue. I had a really nice mask also. The food was really good - chili chicken - and the dinner was fun. Although for some obscure reason, I had random people doing some over the top flirting with me. Slightly scary, actually. Afterwards we got to dance, though the boys all took off at this point
After that, the Year 12 girls had their sleepover in the TV room. All 23 of us, so it was VERY crowded. I had to sleep on some chairs, which were not at all comfortable. We all watched the boarding house's favourite movie, aka Dirty Dancing. Patrick Swayze, oh my! An old movie, but it is damn good. Then, we wnet and slept until about 3am, at which point certain insane people woke us all up so that they could go do things to the junior years (like spraying them with water or shaving cream, or stealing their school shoes) Everyone was a little hyper for a while, people calmed down and put on another movie (Love Story which I think sucks)We all generally messed around for another few hours, until at some time before six even more havoc was wrecked on the kids. And then we started getting ready for Muck-Up Day.
Muck-Up Day, for those not in the know, is the last day of school, where everyone just...mucks around. Our theme was Boot Camp, so we had heaps of people dressed in Camo gear, as soldiers or sailors or terrorists. Or characters from MASH. I was almost deafen by all the whistles people were blowing as we arrived. The girls' boarding house did our traditional march (we come in late singing this song at the top of our voices.
We did actually have classes - not that much work was done. In Physics, we listened to our teacher read us a Dr. Suess book, of all things. In chem we got our last test back (I got about 84 percent, which I am happy with) English was a true party, complete with ice-cream, chocolate and lollies, and at the end our entire class went around to other classes, where we sang songs at them.) In Maths, we actaully did revision, though.
The day was heaps and heaps of fun - the mopst fun I have had at school ever, really. For the day, people had set up all this stuff in the quadrangle - a jukebox, a snow-cone machine, a jumping castle (!)
et al. I spent a lot of time out there, and ended up rather sunburnt. The best bit would be at the end, when someone had gone and set up the jukebox so it went and played "Nutbush" and then "Macarena." Crappy songs, I know, but everyone joined in the dancing, and it was just so much fun!
So I am now going to go out on the town for a while. I don't need to be at school tomorrow, except for a farewell assembly at 12:20, though I have been asked to come earlier for this photo thing. Apparently, the local paper is doing some article on VCE high achievers, and I was chosen as one of the sixteen for my school who were expected to go really well. Which I was very surprised about, but not at all unhappy to hear.
And... I guess that is it for now.
|Date:||October 20th, 2004 12:44 am (UTC)|| |
I hate the Nutbush.
Because the year 12s left, I had a really easy day.
Sub(stitute), Latin, Sub, Free, Free, Sub, Sub.
The best part of the week was when the boarders captured the biggest hardcore wog and reduced him to tears with silly string and water bombs.
Very easy day for you there. The wog thing sounds rather amusing, I must say.
|Date:||October 20th, 2004 03:07 am (UTC)|| |
He deserves it, and he'll get worse next year.
(The funny thing is, he's apparently adopted, and Romanian, not Italian...)
So he's actually Romanian? Any vampire blood there?
|Date:||October 21st, 2004 04:09 am (UTC)|| |
Don't think so - there's a noticible lack of murdering and drinking blood...
But those vampires can be really sneaky, you know...
|Date:||October 21st, 2004 05:35 pm (UTC)|| |
Boys always take off when girls start dancing. It's because you're so bad at it and we might trip over your handbags. Or is that just a British thing?
(btw, another British thing is the thought of you 'going well'. In an FHM sense, I can't believe it's the sort of thing a local paper should be reviewing... )
Hello there, mysterious person. Are you the same mysterious person as other times, or a new one?
*shakes fist* I take offence at that! After 11 years of ballet training, I's like to think I am at least semi-decent when it comes to dancing.
And I shall just cough quietly at the other comment.
|Date:||October 22nd, 2004 06:04 am (UTC)|| |
Is that mysterious person a mutual acquaintance?
|Date:||October 22nd, 2004 01:06 pm (UTC)|| |
Ballet? Ballet? 11 years just to learn how to point your toes properly? Sorry, but there is o sight more horrific than a bunch of girls daning in a darkened room. Especially if it involves a pile of handbags in the middle of a circle of them...
How many mysterious people do you need?
Trust me, you learn a lot more than toe pointing (my ankles are like screwed up for life) And I am not even going to comment on the hand-bag thing.
And I like having mysterious people around! It makes me feel loved...or possibly stalked, which is close enough.
For Alex - Quite possibly, which is why I asked.
|Date:||October 23rd, 2004 04:17 am (UTC)|| |
I think I almost made a guy at school feel like he was being stalked - only because I mentioned things he didn't think I'd know, ie asking about his Classics h/w after I saw someone else doing it.
And as for this random person, they seem random and opinionated - which is more than a few people...
At least they actually have an opinion...
Hello, Random Person! *waves*