Being thwarted by 20 cent pieces, eating Teevee snacks, talking about bananas, waving our arms “like we just don’t care,” reading Monty Python autobiographies (mostly aloud during “The News”, much to the delight of ones parents) and watching “Saved” twice in one weekend; not exactly the year 12 that has been dreaded for the past thirteen years.
The first week of “responsibility, reason and bridging the gap between adolescence and adulthood” has gone off remarkably unremarkably. Arriving on the first day to be swallowed up by the deep mysterious depths of the earth, or, if your prefer, going down that sacred last flight of steps to the year 12 common room, we discovered that we had at last been rewarded with the trophies of success, a token of maturity, a symbol for all that we had achieved by getting to this point …and this was: wooden lockers!
Standing proud at about 170 cm, with width of about 8 mm, these hollowed out, non metallic, anti magnetic, trees proved to us that the Inanimate Objects are still hard at work behind the scenes. However, having spent the holidays completing “The Dolphin Puzzle” it was a *cough* welcome *cough* new challenge to fit all the books, folders, articles of clothing and most importantly: lunch, into these fiendish devices. (its fun the way nothing fits, and yet there’s still about a 70 cm void of nothingness in which many things could go if it were possible to gather air particles densely enough to enable objects to stand upon them…or if a shelf was installed.
Once the last folder was stacked precariously on top of a text book and beneath my hat, it was at last time to properly begin the year! (on first typing, “y” was omitted, leaving us starting a new “ear.” Great…)
It was then (well, actually about 6 and a half hours later, but SHHHH!!!) that history was made, when, Shock! Surprise! Amazement! Year 12 Jumpers arrived: ON THE FIRST DAY!!!
…the power is ours!!!
It’s amazing how by merely putting on an article of clothing can change the world around you (though, I guess this shouldn’t come as a surprise, being a witness to the horror that stockings can bring about…) Eyes turn, footsteps hasten, then scuttle away into the opposite direction. Voices raise in pitch (and occasionally crack!) as: freshly jumpered Year 12s walk through their newly claimed school.
Funny how you can become so reliant on a symbol, because now I don’t feel like I’m anywhere near old enough to be in this year when I’m not wearing the jumper. Jumper on: it’s like being a planeteer (take a break to sing the Captain Planet theme…here, I’ll start you off: Captain Planet: he’s our hero, gonna take pollution down to zero…*mumble mumble...can't remember the rest* ) Jumper off: the regression begins. I have this theory that the more you take it off, the further down in year levels you go. Today we’re back in year 11…by next Tuesday, who knows?
What is to be done about this new dilemma? On the one hand, are we being mentally affected by “The Jumper Phenomenon?” On the other hand, if we are, what can we do about it, because they’re so fleecy and nice?!?! Ogh! (to make a newly learnt “Educating Rita” noise) Decisions, decisions!
Anyways, unable to think of a “proper” conclusion:
4 comments:
hey elizabeth nice post! yeah i also want a jumper but we dont get them till the end of the year i think and thats if we get one things at this school r never certain! and ours would be rugby jumpers without the school emblem... i think i dont really care to be honest... well school just finished and i had IT last so im still sitting it the nice cool room slowly considering that i should get up and rejoin the non cyber world... damn non cyber world
IIIII KNOW! year 12 is so not what i expected!! especially the speculation about running onto stage in the middle of assembly. i think we should put to the src or somethign that we get shelves installed. its just SO pointless having such a great big amount of room. hahahaha how descriptive :P
i totally agree about the yr 12 jumper thing... without it, i do NOT feel like a year 12!! and i dont think that anyone in younger years REALISE that we're year twelves unless we're wearing them. i have witnessed, on several occasions, tiddilywinks moving out of the way for jumpered year 12's, yet when these year 12's are NOT jumpered, the tiddlywinks think THEY ARE EQUALS WITH US!! NO! ahhaha
captain planet, he's our hero, gonna take pollution down to zero, he's our powers, magnified, and he's fighting on the planet's side!! [i think thats how it goes :P hehe]
so anyway, awesome post, all very true, and now i shalt toddle off to do the non-existant year 12 homework!! [well thats not quite true, it does exist, i'm just not doing it :P ahaha i'm so lazy :P]
I have further proof of the awesome showingpeopleweareinyeartwelve-liness of our jumpers!
After friday's induction, in which we all walked across the stage, had our names read out (not in that order) and received out "senior student" badges, we then embarked upon lessons!
Not an hour later, we were in accounting, jumper-less due to the humidity, being asked "is this a year 11 class?" Oh! Suffer the indignity!
Oh that accounting lesson was just depressing..I think we may ALWAYS need to wear our jumpers to accounting to save the humiliation...
Oh the shaaaame :s
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