Whenever two or three members of the Upper Sixth are
gathered together, they start talking about The Last Day.
Worried that a millenarian cult was being started in my own
kitchen, I made enquiries. In fact, the
controversy is over how the sixth formers will mark their last ever official
school day, just before their exam leave starts.
The general principle is that this day should be a tad
naughty but stop well short of complete anarchy
with, say, the deputy heads trussed to the goalposts on the sports field
and the parents of weeping year sevens receiving ransom notes.
One story is that the pupils at a local school circulated
rumours of illegal chicken racing for several days before they left, then on
the final day, somebody brought in three live chickens. Pinned to them were the numbers One, Two and
Four. They were then released within the
school. The teachers picked up One, Two
and Four pretty quickly, but the hunt for the mythical number Three went on for
some time.
At another local school, leavers rounded up all the
red-headed pupils in the lower school, took them to a nearby lake, rowed them
to the central island and marooned them there.
Funny until you take a look at it from the victims’ point of view.
Here’s hoping Perran and Carenza’s year veer more in the
racing-chicken direction.
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