Speech Night

So it has come time to pay my last duty to my school. i went to speech night today to witness the outstanding acheivements of all those who fail to leave the confines of their work. we sat attempting to stifle our laughter when the yr 8 co ordinator said 'foreskin' instead of 'four students'. or when the school captain introduced our disturbingly masculine and overtly NOT STRAIGHT deputy principal as 'Mr'. at least its an improvement on last yr when the principal turned up drunk, slurring her speech on global warming and attempting to thank our sposors in the correct order. ahhh....the joys of the public scholing system.

now that our class has graduated they are knocking down the crummy science wings....through which, mind you...we traipsed our entire schooling life. they are renovating the VCE centre and have devoted an area of the school to become 'the media and arts sector'. Why now? we had to endure the crapolaness, y shouldn't the next little snot-nosed brats have to do so as well??

apart from the obvious rubbing in our noses that our school will be better NOW THAT WE ARE GONE, teh night was enjoyable. i can't believe that i don't ever have to sit on those vinyl chairs, glancing at my phone every 3 min and wondering when the PFA president's speech will end. i don't ever have to attend any needle in the eye events for school any more. having said that, though, i miss it already.

sigh....one can never be satisfied