The End of Year 10

Last Friday was the last day of Year 10, as the title may have given away.

It felt no different to any other day, if I'm completely honest. I went in to school on the bus, partook in all my lessons as usual, and went home. If anything, it was slightly worse than a normal day, as we couldn't play football at lunch! The fatal flaw being the lack of a football...and if you've ever tried playing football without a football, it's not much fun.

Everyone was saying "Yeah! Last day of purple! Yeah! Lets wreck our reasonably expensive school jumpers! Yeah!". Why would you do that? There is no point whatsoever in ripping your jumper, except from looking like a twat, and wrecking a jumper. If you didn't want it, you could of given it in to Student Support, I'm sure they'll need them. I kept mine because my little sister may need one if she loses her current one. Basically, ripping/cutting/making origami out of your jumper is stupid, and a waste.

It's not even the summer holidays yet. Sure, we're not at school, but we've still got 2 weeks of work to do, so why say it's summer? 'Cos you're a fool, that's why!

A slightly skeptical view on things so far, but that's because this has been my worst year at Highcliffe. I'm not going into details, because complete strangers may read this, so...yeah.

Well, hopefully you're having a better time of it than I.