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So, Matric year was awesome at  school, things were pretty slack from the get go. It was all revision work that we knew, so we fucked around a lot of the time, bunking classes, vandalising class rooms with chalk,  lots of it, I’m talking about throwing whole box’s of the crap across the room at a time! Messing with stuff on the teachers desks, glueing their stuff down, nailing their drawers closed so they couldn’t open them. You name it, we probably did it.

For some reason I was elected as a deputy head leader, executive RCL and school treasurer. Go figure, I have no idea why, maybe they thought if they gave me responsibilities I would change my ways, I didn’t, I used it as an excuse to get out of classes and go to classes later than I should, saying there was a fight or what ever, when  actually, I was sitting somewhere smoking, or trying to break into the hotel bar to steal drinks. Being a Deputy leader, we had to walk lines after break, and keep everyone quiet, I had my favourites and the ones I disliked, I must admit, I really did pick on the ones I didn’t like much. Detention everyday, writing 2 pages worth of what grass sounds like when it grows, making them pick up rubbish all of break time etc etc, I was a bastard. I found out a few years later, that the one girl would go home and cry about the way I treated her. I feel bad about it now, and I’m not like that any more, but we are friends today.

We did have fun times too, well, when I say we, I mean the “bullies” of the school, our soccer field was built on some sort of old marsh type thing, at the end of it there was a HUGE hill, we would throw  all the younger kids into dustbins and roll them down that hill, and make them bring the dustbin back up to us again or they would get detention, then pick a random kid and do it all again.

We also had our favourite teachers, who we got along with really, really well. These teachers would knowingly let us bunk classes in their classes, we’d just say we were there for “substitution” and catch a nap at the back of the classroom, a few of the teachers we would actually go out with after school for drinks, and they would also let us smoke on school property, chasing all the other kids away for us, that was epic.

When our 40 days started, we fucked around so much, it was crazy, going out almost every night and getting pissed, going to school pissed, drinking at school and getting drunk at school. We all had such bad attitude and would give the teachers so much lip. I will never forget the last few days of our final exams, I hardly studied for any of them, once or twice I rocked up at school and didn’t even know what exam we were writing that day. One day before an exam, I went to the shops down the road with Craig and few others, when we got back to school, Craig was doing the whole kangaroo petrol thing, where you tap the accelerator over and over making the car jerk, at that time we had a new principle starting there, and we drove past the front office doing that, the deputy head principle, who was a bitch of note, a mini Hitler, came screaming out of the office yelling at Craig, threatening to kick him out and what not, she then told him to get his car off the school property, they had a huge argument about it because he didn’t want to park it in the street, so eventually, he agreed.. sort of, and parked it in front of the school gate, no one could get in or out of the school, and left it like that until we had finished writing our exam, takes balls to do something like that. Our very last day was insane, I remember we had some new teacher watching over us while we were writing, and when we were done, Rowan walked out the classroom into the corridor and lights up a smoke, snort, this teacher runs out after him and started yelling like a banshee, saying that she will stop Rowan from writing his exams and that he would then fail, Rowan piped back, I just wrote my last exam, what are you going to do now? I don’t think she understood him because she repeated herself. Rowan, with a big smurk on his face, calmly took a drag of his smoke, and said, what DON’T you understand? I just wrote my last exam, and walked off, she stood there speechless, while everyone else laughed at her while scrambling for their smokes.

After this little episode, we wanted to leave our mark, something that the younger ones would remember, we did a lot of shit that day before we left, mainly drinking and smoking openly in front of everyone, but Craig.. oh no, that wasn’t good enough for him. He walked up to the top of the school and fetched his car, drove it back down to where everyone was standing, and took it onto the soccer field and proceeded to do donuts on the cricket pitch, long drifts across the field, wheel spins and handbrake turns where ever he could, that was spectacular.

More about school to come later.

The end.