Reading kaizley's journal

As another school year is put behind us and we move on to the last stage of our schooling lives, we say goodbye to the ones that led us to where we are. Not our parents, not the teachers, but year twelve. Believe it or not, the current year twelve has made a HUGE impact on me. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I love them... mostly because I am such good friends with a few of them.

Some of them have always been there since the day I stepped into that school, always one step ahead of me... and they always will be I guess.

Other than me missing some friends that will have disappeared, year twelve leaving also means that I will be in year twelve. ME! Of all people.. but I guess it was inevitable. It was going to happen whether I liked it or not.. and after tomorrow it will have happened. So I have decided that it is time to pull my socks up and start on my long... industrious journey to the end of year twelve which is only 4 wonderful terms of nervous breakdowns, tears, guys, paper, friends, pens, sore hands, stupid distraction, parties and other various bits and pieces away. I can't wait... No, seriously!

Anyway, that wasn't really the point. The point was muck-up day. Between sob stories, no lessons and good food, the school had been taken over by a bunch of crazy 17/18 year olds. With road work signs scattered neatly around "student drop off" parents found hell trying to find a nice place to park for a second and junoirs screamed as they ran away from the super-soakers. The school was "under new management". The juniors hated it and the seniors were over it so it all evened out. Continuously being pegged with water bombs and having your classes raided was only half the fun. The question was brought up, "Why do we make them a nice lunch if they only torture us" It doesn't make sense, but that's the way the world works. The little ones are treated like scum.

With a nice array of toilet paper hung up in trees and clingwrap blocking doorways, everyone had retreated and the year twleves were getting bored, luckily for them a mood breaker appeared! YES! several strapping young men in g-strings decided to have a wander past the school. Obviously, being an all girls school this created the biggest uproar you could ever imagine. Like immature little school girls, they were all pressed up against the gate, while nazi teacher had a run after the boys. My friends and I stood for a while hoping that they weren't anyone we knew. Luckily, they weren't. So the boys were chased away, much to the dissmay of the poor little slutty year 7's as they were un-glued from the fence and hurridly sent back to class where the teachers had hoped they would be shielded from almost naked boys. But why? What's the point of averting their already very dirty minds? They'd already seen it, They've already seen fully naked men in the multiple sex-education lessons that they pile onto us and I'm pretty sure at least a quarter of them have already screwed someone. So what's the big deal?!

Ahhh enough excitement for one day, especially for the nazi teacher, who probably got off on chasing teenage boys in g-strings down the street.

END

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right, I hope you had the time of your life."

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."

This post was edited by kaizley on Sep 16, 2004.