Tuesday was the last day of formal schooling and looking back at it, it didn't seem formal at all. Most of the day was filled with signing t-shirts, books and my sarong. As the grade twelves do every year, some people did stupid stuff. Some was harmless, others were not. Friends of mine turned a classroom upside-down. That was probably the least harmless prank pulled off. Nick brought four bags of flour to school to flour Jakob. He also rebelled against the sock policy and wore rainbow toe socks. Or as he called them, socks that are individually toed. Amazing. We wrapped Luke up in glad wrap and drew boobs on the plastic like the mature grade twelves we are. Sharnna managed to put glitter in peoples' hair and the fans. And Sam, Kelsey and I flew a kite in maths.
But it's sad to say that, after 12 years of schooling, we still spell 'made' m-a-y-d-e.
1 comment:
I know why you had the little bags now.
FORMAL JEWELRY ;D
I hope you have a swell time.
Don't get lost in the city.
Remember, you're probably on the wrong side if you're on Little Stanley St. There aren't any real hotels that side of the river.
x.
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