end of school: a release from sexual repression?

I was going to post more about Final Day at school, but no mood lah. Been busy recently, and with the finals 2 weeks away, ngh. It was entertaining nonetheless. The Year 12s replaced the big PLC sign at the main gate with a sign saying "Virgin Megastore" (*ba-dum-chinggg!* *laugh track*) and showed us a video, some mutilated their school uniform to fit with the theme and basically mucked up the school grounds.

Incidentally, the theme was, to my distaste, BARBIE. Great. Talk about the epitome of bimbo-ness. So we had year 12s dressed mostly in modified hot pink uniforms, black and white photographs of naked Barbie and Ken dolls copulating, having sex in various positions and gang banging in the sink, on the piano and any other 'creative' places the Year 12s could think of. Then we had the usual vegemite and honey on stair railings, glue on water taps, butter on toilet seats stuff, with the new addition of condoms on the railings.

I hear Scotch College had LOTS of stink bombs let off in assembly and halfway through, had a guy wearing only a mask and a thong run across the stage. But...it was probably worse in other schools.

Sigh. So Graduation Day in CHS came and went...photos please, I guess. The Ed-board lunch sounded very cool too, pictures Hui Lynn! ^^ Well guys, rock on. Time for me to return to my World Lit reading of Albert Camus' The Plague.