wrote:My guess is PL is 5-10 years older than me.
Me leaving high school a decade ago should be a firm hint...
But also be aware I went to a disadvantaged school in a disadvantaged area.
Also my year was extra big and the record holders for most notifications and least comendations in the history of the school.
Thats in a school in which the
OTHER years got us banned from Sydney zoo for feeding glass to the monkeys and banned from the local technical college for tearing the paintings of the wall in the auditorium and riding BMXs on them.
They weren't game enough to ever let MY year go on any excursions in the first place. Ever. Me and my buddies snuck onto another years excursion to Lucas Hieghts once as our only trip anywhere. (yes thats right we were banned from the
zoo and they didn't trust us to go to 'Wonderland' but if you pulled the right strings we could sneak into the countries only nuclear power plant...)
They cancelled the peer support program when we entered it, then didn't restart it until we were too old to be the peers doing the support.
As for the classes...
Computing was Tank Wars class. And occasionally Fight Club (no computers involved unless people were throwing those old extra weighted mouse balls at you).
There was history, which was mostly Swing off the fans and Jump out the Windows class (literally, and while the teacher was there, poor old lady). And then sometimes it was fight club.
In maths, at least in year 10, in the
advanced class we had a guy who sat up the back and did nothing but drink burbon and coke. And also. Fight club.
PE was, well, Fight Club, only with weapons. They only ever gave us javelins that ONE time. Unfortunately I was NOT lucky enough to be in the year where the mixed PE classes saw the girls strip off and run around topless...
English had some pretty hard ass teachers, so there was generally some discipline. Except with that one plagurism incident, with that teacher who stole and commercially published a bunch of childrens stories she made us write...
Science, well we had one of the best teachers in the country, went off to NASA on a yearly basis, so of course she tought the BOTTOM class... Meanwhile by school certificate in year 10 the TOP science class was cutting out stencils of dinosaurs. In the HSC our Chemistry teacher hardly ever bothered to show up, seriously DIDN'T read a chapter ahead in the text book when he did. We trained his subsitute to play 500 with us. In the earlier years they were rather leery of letting us do proper experiments, not that that stopped the fires and borken taps (gas and water). So by year 10 we had done TWO experiments, we had boiled water and killed a bean in a jar of wet tissue (in the conclusion we had to write why we thought the bean growth had failed, "Probably because Daniel spat in it...") For years 8 and 9 we mostly just played periodic table bingo. In year 10 it was Spoons.
I don't talk about the Drama classes any more.
Most everything else was a "bludge" subject, alternating with fight club.
Recess and lunch were Fight Club.
Sport, and walking accross town to sport, was Fight Club. Only with the wider community involved.
Waiting at the bus stop was extra double Fight Club with added riot level crowd action during the afternoon event.
Travelling ON the bus was moving fight club, with metal poles to ram people into (I used THOSE to my advantage, being a bit of a bantam weight).
So yeah, on the plus side I played tank wars and graduated from Fight Club with a pretty high ranking.
On the negative side I knew people who went crazy and became paranoid or otherwise messed up and others who suffered potentially trauma related brain aneurysms.
Edit: found spelling errors, left them in there. Hey, its thematic.