Final Day in the BH
Year 12's final day. I won't say I enjoyed it terribly, but it certainly was a memorable experience. Nothing like the subdued, boring, teary Majlis Perpisahans in CHS. But then again, they get a lot of chances at that, with their Valedictory Dinner, Final Assembly (where they all receive their testimonials and awards), Final Day (a.k.a. Muck Up Day) and finally the Graduation Dinner Dance.
The boarders had their fair share of final day rituals, which started the night before and stretched right through the next morning. 5.30 am this morning, we were all unceremoniously jarred awake by torturous strains of the school song, the song that never ends, and a medley of others blaring over the PA system. They were all sung by one of the Year 12's. Oh god. On top of that, a few of them were running up and down the corridor, pounding on doors and yelling "Get up! Get up!", armed to the teeth with shampoo-bottle-water-guns.
Eventually, grumpy, sleepy, unamused non-year 12s emerged from the rooms, with faces that reiterated the "This is so retarded." that Sarah grumbled. Some time after having to get past the newspaper stuck to our room doorways, the upturned chairs and string obstacle course, we were herded like sheep onto the boarders lawn, where we were greeted with an assault of cold water down our heads. I was lucky enough to dodge away and get only my back a little wet.
And of course, what better way to start the day with a group jog on the school field on grass heavy with ice-cold dew in slippers at 5.30 am in the morning. Only to meet at the pavilion to have your hair slathered with toothpaste, shaving cream and/or odd smelling hair gel and have your face drawn all over with lipstick, glitter paint and your nose rubbed blue. Officially, the Boarders Yr 12 Final Day was a day for them to celebrate the end of school by sharing their fun and festivities with the younger year levels, unofficially, it was the day to exact revenge on your enemies.
My group got off pretty light I daresay, having not crossed the Year 12s in any significant way, so I got off with a bit of gel and makeup. By the time Cheau Wern was done with me, you could play tic-tac-toe on my left cheek, darts with my forehead and start a star chart on my right cheek. But it wasn't half as bad as some particular people. Too bad for them, really. I shan't go into detail about the activities they prepared for us, this post is long enough as it is.
Only, it involved a dog shampooey, shaving creamy, toothpastey, watery, soapy tarpaulin slide down the relatively steep two-tiered slope on our school field; a huge tub of muddy, raw-eggy dark brown water; runny flourescent red and green jelly; and lots, lots, lots of water. By the end of it, though we had it mild, we were all waddling, trudging and shivering our way back to the lawn with sore, soggy, soapy, grass-stained bums and covered with things that you don't normally cover yourself with...willingly. ^^
More waterfights (with the aid of the lawn sprinkler system this time :) and revengeful dumping of buckets of aforesaid raw-eggy dark brown water on certain people ensued, before we broke into a mad rush for the showers, four cubicles for each floor. Fortunately I was quick in dodging about and managed to stay relatively dry from the waist up, and had a spare towel stowed away in my room so I got to the showers pretty quick. Some of them were still frantically searching for towels which the Year 12s had conveniently removed from each of our rooms.
From what I hear, PLC's pretty strict on the rules regarding muck-up day, and of course the police department have sent out their guidelines to each school to try and keep celebrations under control. In previous years, the Year 12s were allowed to use food in the muck-up and mess up other people's rooms, but not this year. Sure, they bent the rules a bit and snuck an egg here and there and let off a stink bomb in the corridor, but nothing too out of hand.
Ho. Wait till you hear about Final Day at school. Gone, I tell you, the image of PLC as an upright, Christian college. ^^ But I'll leave that for tomorrow. Too long this post, and too short a time you have available to read it presumably. Meantime, I'll try to get my hands on some photos, and hopefully, the hilarious boarders video they screened last night. =) Laterz.
The boarders had their fair share of final day rituals, which started the night before and stretched right through the next morning. 5.30 am this morning, we were all unceremoniously jarred awake by torturous strains of the school song, the song that never ends, and a medley of others blaring over the PA system. They were all sung by one of the Year 12's. Oh god. On top of that, a few of them were running up and down the corridor, pounding on doors and yelling "Get up! Get up!", armed to the teeth with shampoo-bottle-water-guns.
Eventually, grumpy, sleepy, unamused non-year 12s emerged from the rooms, with faces that reiterated the "This is so retarded." that Sarah grumbled. Some time after having to get past the newspaper stuck to our room doorways, the upturned chairs and string obstacle course, we were herded like sheep onto the boarders lawn, where we were greeted with an assault of cold water down our heads. I was lucky enough to dodge away and get only my back a little wet.
And of course, what better way to start the day with a group jog on the school field on grass heavy with ice-cold dew in slippers at 5.30 am in the morning. Only to meet at the pavilion to have your hair slathered with toothpaste, shaving cream and/or odd smelling hair gel and have your face drawn all over with lipstick, glitter paint and your nose rubbed blue. Officially, the Boarders Yr 12 Final Day was a day for them to celebrate the end of school by sharing their fun and festivities with the younger year levels, unofficially, it was the day to exact revenge on your enemies.
My group got off pretty light I daresay, having not crossed the Year 12s in any significant way, so I got off with a bit of gel and makeup. By the time Cheau Wern was done with me, you could play tic-tac-toe on my left cheek, darts with my forehead and start a star chart on my right cheek. But it wasn't half as bad as some particular people. Too bad for them, really. I shan't go into detail about the activities they prepared for us, this post is long enough as it is.
Only, it involved a dog shampooey, shaving creamy, toothpastey, watery, soapy tarpaulin slide down the relatively steep two-tiered slope on our school field; a huge tub of muddy, raw-eggy dark brown water; runny flourescent red and green jelly; and lots, lots, lots of water. By the end of it, though we had it mild, we were all waddling, trudging and shivering our way back to the lawn with sore, soggy, soapy, grass-stained bums and covered with things that you don't normally cover yourself with...willingly. ^^
More waterfights (with the aid of the lawn sprinkler system this time :) and revengeful dumping of buckets of aforesaid raw-eggy dark brown water on certain people ensued, before we broke into a mad rush for the showers, four cubicles for each floor. Fortunately I was quick in dodging about and managed to stay relatively dry from the waist up, and had a spare towel stowed away in my room so I got to the showers pretty quick. Some of them were still frantically searching for towels which the Year 12s had conveniently removed from each of our rooms.
From what I hear, PLC's pretty strict on the rules regarding muck-up day, and of course the police department have sent out their guidelines to each school to try and keep celebrations under control. In previous years, the Year 12s were allowed to use food in the muck-up and mess up other people's rooms, but not this year. Sure, they bent the rules a bit and snuck an egg here and there and let off a stink bomb in the corridor, but nothing too out of hand.
Ho. Wait till you hear about Final Day at school. Gone, I tell you, the image of PLC as an upright, Christian college. ^^ But I'll leave that for tomorrow. Too long this post, and too short a time you have available to read it presumably. Meantime, I'll try to get my hands on some photos, and hopefully, the hilarious boarders video they screened last night. =) Laterz.
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