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What's Up (so don't ask)
30/10/04 The Dude left us - RIP
15/03/05 I turn 18... start counting my grey hairs
16/05/05 Last Exam. Forever, I hope.
21/05/05 Jack Johnson Concert - KickAss
25/05/05 I graduate... maybe
07/06/05 Kaz turns 18. About time bro.
It's not very often that you can have a last day twice. However, St Julians has often shown that the impossible is only improbable (like who could've guessed I'd ever finished my extended essay?).
Yesterday we had our final assembly, a full week after our last day. St Julian's is an old school, and like all old things, they enjoy a good tradition. The Last Day is something that has real expectations for year 13s, for obvious reasons. You want a day to remember, don't you? The tradition is as follows:
Last Assembly We sit on the stage, in our uniforms for the last time. We sing the school song (there's a school song??) and it's a great time. Lots of camaraderie. This year was extra special, because Carolina (who's in our year) is a presenter for SIC's Disney Kids show, and a film crew came to record the event for the show. It was supposed to be a regular 'Day in the Life of Carolina', but for some reason they didn't understand that the last day is anything but regular. Some people didn't come to the assembly, because they thought assemblies are boring. They are, but there's something symbolic about the last one and I think it sucks that they missed it. It was a good thing. The TArts group got up and gave a speech for our fave teacher, Mr Scully, and gave a framed photo of us in funky costumes to remind him that we were the first and best TArts he'd ever have. The picture is there, on the right, in the photos. Twas great. After the assembly, some of the primary school teachers came in and talked about some of the students that had been there since age 4. This was pretty nostalgic, and kinda sad for me, because it reminded me of how I'm really (and always have been) just a visitor in the school.
After this, we had time off to prepare for the truest and most loved tradition of our school, which has existed for the better half of a century. We (by we, I mean some of us) went to Carcavelos, to the chinese shop (we've been going out near there for nearly two years, and it's the first time we stepped in the place) and stocked up for the blessed event. That event, of course, is the
Water Fight Two years of IB, which is two years of relentless competition and painful mind games between us students. The water fight gives us a chance to blow off some steam, as it were. To add a touch of irony, it was raining when we started. I'd bought a nice set of water pistols, and borrowed a bigger gun off of Scott (gotta give it back to him...) and had at it. It was great. We were all completely soaked within seconds of the bell which signalled its start. Even Hugh, who was hell-bent on not taking part, was seen with a gun and a couple balloons to toss. It was a battlefield of jets of water, balloons crisscrossing the air and bags and buckets being poured on people. Shirts went from dry to transparently wet (hehe) and socks went from comfy to squelchy. What a blast. Lots of people were taking pictures, and if I manage to get my hands on any, you'll be the first to know. After everyone else, that is.
Gui, from Dominic's, made a goodbye video for them, and since i was on MSN while he was working on it, he asked me to write a poem for the end bit. I'm not a poet, everything I write is cheesy, but here it is.
essay, coursework and oral often the cries have been choral together in pain, we felt no strife and so, we hope, prepared for life
times of laughing, times of sadness times of goodness, times of badness screaming, crying, working, lying, may we never forget the madness as long as we are alive we're the class of 2005
whether we've known each other for 2 years, or 18, it'll be forever before we forget
hey geertie, its strange, i actually had a good time. and for all of you non-believers, i was extremely wet! but for some reason no-one believes me. and my muscles still ache from running away from my supposed "friends". this msg is kinda turning into my own blog, so i will go. anyway, thanks for encouraging me to get involved geertie, h
