The Last Day Of School

[GHA EFM]

To fill you all in.

 

Some people ( <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> ) were able to get into school late on Thursday night. Entry was gained into a classroom through a back window. Only later was it realised that the front door had been unlocked all along. Around 9 tables were then removed from the classroom, including the teacher's desk. The bin was also removed for good measure. Around 15 chairs were taken from the room, before the window was shut along with the fire exit (which had been used to take the tables and chairs out through). The classroom was then systematically recreated out in the school playground. Some loose-lying bricks were used to make a doorway, and a no entry sign was added for good measure. Flour was used to 'inscribe' (and I mean inscribe...the stuff still hasn't come off) the title 'Yr. 96' onto the playground surface. Some building rock salt was found, and a bag was emptied around. Someone had a can or many of dog food, and proceeded to put some on the tables. Eggs were also used. A chair was also left on the roof.

 

Later on in the evening, the front door of school was bricked up with more of the aforementioned bricks. A gate from one side of the school to the other was padlocked, and a Road Diverted sign was hung above it.

 

In general, chaos reigned.

 

T'morning came, and the tables and chairs were left outside until around 9.30, thus allowing all the school to see our, I mean their, handiwork. The bricks had already been taken down, unfortunately.

 

Water balloons were thrown at little people to much amusement, until me and a mate were told that we shouldn't do it, because who was going to clear up the mess? 'Let it dry, it's only water' was my thought, but I didn't say it aloud.

 

At about 9.45pm, myself and three mates were rather bored, having no lesson. One was in possession of a super soaker. It was decided that we would kidnap the local inbred bloke at school (he comes from Shenley) out of his lesson, drag him outside and soak the bugger. A hastily-arranged meeting, however, decided that instead I was to go up to the classroom, ask the teacher if I could 'borrow Mr. X. for a second..,' get him outside, grab him, and soak him. It all worked well, except we didn't think about the teacher's reaction. Literally 2 seconds after he had been grabbed and soaked, the teacher's voice was heard to yell 'how dare you!!' At this, we all scarpered sharpish. We re-grouped outside the front of school, thinking 'was that wise?' However, a stroke of genius from one of my mates meant that we agreed that it would be funny if we went to Safeway, bought the teacher some crappy box of chocolates and then apologise, saying 'sorry for disrupting your lesson.' This would leave us with a clear conscience for our leavers assembly thing. We did buy the teacher the chocolates, and had to stifle much laughter when handing them over. We walked off, safe in the knowledge that we were clear from anything. Apparently someone told the teacher after we had gone that she shouldn't open the chocolates because there was a bomb inside, but eventually she did.

 

It wasn't sheep, but it wasn't bad...

[Chubbhead EFM]

Good work!

[EFM The Firm, The Voice]

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At about 9.45pm, myself and three mates were rather bored, having no lesson

Not surprised - School finished 6 hours ago!

As for chocs for the teacher, you let me down! - What were they going to do - Expell you !!!!!