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23:07 / 15.04.03

My very last school day is fast approaching: In fact i have 15 of them left, and revelling in the fact.

Did anyone do anything monumental on their last day, or do u have any regrets about NOT doing something. Any suggestions for mine?

Bear in mind, these have been 5 long years of "ARGH", but on the other hand, I may need a reference for uni/jobs/whatever. So im thinking, something with little permanent physical damage to the school or teachers, but something bizzare and memorable. A few years ago, people did outlines of figures, like crime-scenes, outside the school, which i thought was kinda cool. So quirky, but non permanent. Any ideas? xx

03:32 / 16.04.03

Make a stencil of the handicapped parking symbol and spray-paint it on every parking spot.

Take every desk out of the school and either hide them all in one room, or stack them up outside.

Lift a Volkswagen Bug over the walls of the school and drop it in the smoking area from the roof.

Also from the roof, get everyone to position themselves with water guns, pails, and water balloons and drench anyone who tries to get in the school in the morning.

I'll get my friends to jog my memory for ones I've forgotten. Damn you old age!

Tryphena Absent

03:44 / 16.04.03

We just used to pour flour over everyone- someone rugby tackled the deputy head and stuck it in his hair. Personally I recommend walking out and going to the pub, that's what I did and it meant I avoided the flour and water and people I'd hated for years. Great school spirit, huh!

Seriously I don't know what you should do... the crime scene's great but a little bit tame (plus someone I don't like that much just used it for a sabbatical election campaign at my uni). You need a teddy bears picnic or something. You could all dress up as giant bears and sit out the front with bows round your necks and insane smiles! Do you have posts out the front of the school? You could get hold of plastic doll's heads and paint fake blood on them and stick them on the posts. Some kid's bound to freak if you do that!

03:53 / 16.04.03

Freezer bags full of fake blood taped to chopping boards/wood under the shirt... "fight! fight! fight!" etc.

mmmmm - never seen an educator go so pale.

Lilly Nowhere Late

04:54 / 16.04.03

It's four years since Columbine...

Take this as either:
1. A warning that you might get shot by overzealous law enforcement
donut eaters if you aren't careful with fake blood.

2. A shooting spree is a way of alleviating boredom?

On the other hand, a very harmless but news making thing was done
somewhere in my memeory for which someone filled the front yard of the
school with stolen realty company "For Sale" signs. V. Cute.

05:48 / 16.04.03

Fortunately, I don't think armed security or metal detectors are standard practise in 'bop's neck of the woods. Or armed police.

Prefects with skean-dhu, on the other hand...

08:56 / 16.04.03

We all just drifted off into the mist with a few vague mutterings of farewell after the last exams were over, GB, but then I went to a pretty rubbish school where the Head Boy was arrested in the middle of sixth year and there wasn't much esprit de corps.

I really wish we had had some event to mark the rite of passage, because it is such a big one in hindsight. At the time though I was just desperate for it all to be over and for some change, any change, to sweep me up and away. But you deserve a party after all the hard work's done!

09:22 / 16.04.03

My old school has destroyed the whole principle of last-day shenanigans by co-opting them. They got fed up with ex-pupils dousing themselves and the playground in flour, eggs etc., so they have been hiring bouncy castles for the last day instead. Pupils can bring in shirts etc. to be signed, but can't walk around in them (apparently it harms the image of the school in the neighbourhood). What's the point, I ask you?

09:43 / 16.04.03

My school was destroyed on the last day of term by the mayor who turned into a giant snake demon.

Actually I can't remember the last day of school I'm sure I would have remembered if there were eggs and flour involved, I think the problem was that everyones last day was different so nothing really happened.

I remember going back to school after my leaving date to wait for someone and got "caught" smoking - oh how I laughed at him, made me feel like a biiig man

09:49 / 16.04.03

I skipped out on the official photo session, walked out of there without a backward glance. I fucking hated school with a passion. On the other hand, on my sister's second to last day, the bastards told all the students that they had the next day off - no party, no warning, no shirt-signing. Evil. She was hugely upset.

In my school, it was always just the eggs and flour, and a lot of weeping (weeping, I ask you?). Not my idea of a fun time, and I never regretted not having some big thing to mark the day - to me, walking out of there alone in the middle of the day was big enough. Haven't really got any suggestions...

16:35 / 16.04.03

Build a giant hourglass the night before, on the front lawn.

Conversely, buy a couple dozen egg-timer-type hourglasses and leave them in strategic places - like superglued to door handles.

10:29 / 17.04.03

On my last day at school I went to the teachers pigeon boxes and posted letters telling them what I thought about them. I'm sure the good teachers were happy to get a thankyou note and I hope the bad ones got fucked off especially if they saw the teachers with good letters. In hindsight maybe I was a little bitter (but to give you some clue, one of my English teachers Mr B, complete fuckwit - he once tried to argue that the word "nothingness" was not a word. in. all. seriousness. - an English teacher!). Then me and my mates hopped it down to the pub.

I heard about one guy who nicked some stuff from the chemistry department which exploded when it got wet and was found throwing bits of it in the pond. Why don't you just go to the pub?

10:51 / 17.04.03

I didn't get my class photo taken, ever.
And they fucked up my quote in the year book, and my tutor insulted me and mocked my problems in said book. (I didn't even buy said book, but only learned about this years later when a friend showed me theirs).

For the last day: No eggs, no flour, no alcohol. The whole day was rather passive. I felt stupid all day.

11:05 / 17.04.03

The one about egg timers intrigues me... i could imagine people asking "why?" for a very long time. AAAhhh

11:09 / 17.04.03

OOH i remember one thing i was gonna do:
Theres this RE teacher, who is the most bigotted man you could ever meet. One friend asked "sir, what would you say if i came up to you, and i said 'i think im gay'?" and the teacher replied "Well id pray to god and hope,for everyones sake that you could change those evil ways"
So my friend Fee and me are gonna walk into his class and start pullin, and watch his face with glee :P

11:14 / 17.04.03

You know the bit in early Dawson's Creek where Pacey spits in the English teacher's face because he's being a wanker to Jack? That would be me if I'd had an RE teacher (or any teacher) like that.

11:20 / 17.04.03

Slightly OT but my three acts of rebellion at school were as follows:

I dyed my hair pink, which was a big fucking deal at the time, and caused teachers to cluster in groups and stare out of the windows.

I stuck a load of lesbian reading lists (it was an all girls school) up all over the school - I was pleased to see that the one on the gym door did not get removed until the next day.

I wrote a presentation for English on metal - and I was allowed musical examples... so I picked that bit of one Therapy? song that goes 'Masturbation saved my life...'

These were my simple pleasures...

11:21 / 17.04.03

I don't have particularly happy memories of my schooldays and this thread has regurgitated some regret about those six years of my hormone-fuelled, fantasy-filled teens wasted in a neo-Stalinist concrete block in the middle of nowhere. Boy, would I have had some fun there, could I but relive those years. Doesn't work that way, sadly.

My ex classmates recently organised a big jamboree for a school reunion. Got a flurry of e-mails enticing me and several after the event, outlining how fabulous it was: all these podgy, balding middle aged men and the women, now mothers and grandmothers, whom I last saw sporting their seventies feather cuts and Bay City Rollers fashions.

Clearly there were lots of people there having a high old time and lots of fun whilst I was "otherwise engaged", preferring to have my toenails removed by refugee Ba'ath Party members. I conclude that in certain aspects my character is now as it was then, narcissitic party-pooper.

Enjoy your last fortnight of carefree valedictorian frolics, gingerbop.

15:10 / 26.04.03

I would enjoy my "last fortnight of carefree valedictorian frolics" if it werent for frickin exams which i have shortly afterwards.
So far, we have planned a band on the roof, glue on the doorhandles and switching every set of keys in the building, removing distinguishing features such as labels.

15:15 / 26.04.03

PS im very glad that most people arent going "ahhh, school-days were the best days of my life...", coz when people say that, it tends to make me feel guilty that im not enjoying every second of the vaguely educational prison.

Grrr a teachers well pissin me off- i went up the street in study and she saw me, and asked whos permission i had, when relly i dont NEED permission- so i gave the art teachers name just off the top of my head, and now she wants an apology letter for what: for lying. How fucking hypocritical- im not lying by telling her im sorry. Stupid woman.

18:27 / 26.04.03

Gingerbop, when is your actual last day?

(I know I could work this out, but I'm very bad at sums, and also I don't know if you had 15 days left, or 15 school days which obviously doesn't include weekends, and... and...and...)

19:13 / 26.04.03

His last day, as is my last day, I'd imagine (if you're counting the 15 as the 15 weeks days of the three weeks back at school after easter) is May 16th.

So far I have planned... nothing. I don't know if anyone else has anything, but I doubt it. I might filch some art my sis did off the wall, cos she wants it back, and I might wear nail varnish if I don't have to go to work later.

Oooh, get me.

Elijah, Freelance Rabbi

19:56 / 26.04.03

ok, everything suggested is a good idea but they all pale in comparison to the shenanigans of the Ramones in the classic film Ronck and Roll High School

the message?

blow up your school.

20:23 / 26.04.03

_pin: His last day, as is my last day, I'd imagine
Im a girlie!

My last day is the May 13th... mwuh huh huh...

But then i have exams until the 5th of June.

Elijah- although so tempting, i dont think they'd give me a reference after that. But you are welcome to come and stay over if u wanna do it.

22:55 / 26.04.03

Hey Gingerbop, I like the idea with you and Fee. I think the RE teacher really does have it coming. But you have to do it in front of a first year class. Just walk in straight to the front of the class, pull and leave. I would love to see his face. Oh and thanks for the low-down on the plans. I'll try not to touch any door handles that day.

08:26 / 27.04.03

Sorry for the gender fuckup... Can't you just be a man and not confuse me? Huh??

And how the fuck is fair? You break up on a Tuesday, and you finish yr exams 15 days before me??

You're probablly younger, too... fucker.

18:06 / 29.04.03

Thats me, Pin. Sorry!
Specofdust, who are ya? Im guess phil thompson? Just a guess.
10 and counting.

19:24 / 30.04.03

Nah I'm not Phil, close enough mind. I'm mini-Donald. Made any more plans I should know to look out for?

20:06 / 30.04.03

Not as yet... how dull. Im sure not many people will notice me leaving. Tho u lot- where will u be without ur big 6th yr chums! Well- especially u

20:47 / 30.04.03

Hello murray! Hello lauren my dear wife!

Scott here, wow, this is weird.

Anyway, my evil plans are slowly coming into place for Much up Day at our school….

Armed with rulers, myself and several of my chums plan to rearrange a lot of keys on the keyboards, to spell swears mostly I spose… but I might get a few famous quotes in there.

14:39 / 13.05.03

Well thats it. Over.
Photos, silly-string, hugs- not so much a muck up day, as a 'hell, Iv hated this place with a passion, but ive changed so much in the 5 yrs iv been here, that i cant leave without crying.

Oh and they told all our 6th years not to come it as well, which was why it was so lame. Bastards.

17:11 / 13.05.03

The school does that every year, It's really unfair on us considering we've put up with the stuff they throw at us for 5 or 6 years and then we can't have one day of fun. Grrrr!

18:20 / 13.05.03

what's w/all the flour and eggs talk, is that a british thing?

19:00 / 13.05.03

Over here in Blighty we like to throw flour and eggs at our teachers on out last day in secondary school, mainly because there is little they can do, we're leaving anyway. Do you not do anything like that in the states?

19:58 / 13.05.03

nah, you know here in the states we prefer stuff like...shooting sprees.

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