Saturday, April 17, 2010
I was a wee baby when they first threw me in here. From my very first year, in 12eme, they took me on a classe verte. Why they thought taking 4 year-olds on a classe verte was a good idea is beyond me. From then on, I knew I would be in a for a ride. This wasn’t just any school. They did things differently here. And so the years went on, and I gradually became acquainted with all of you, blessing your lives in some way or other. There are a few things that I know will remain floating around in the genius that is my mind, for a very long time. I would like to thank my homies for making these years the best so far (that’s not saying much seeing as I’m only 18, but whatever, it’s been good). We’ve often complained about this place. But I know that, not a single one of you liars would have swapped it for the world. This is where the party was at. Where else would we have met and fallen in love with Mr Simon? Enjoyed the top nosh at the cantine? Had a strike day in the teachers’ garden? Lived through a bloody school bomb threat? Yeah, that’s what I thought, you badmans. You’re all just pretending. On that note, I would like you all to pause and think back on the things that have made these years immense. I believe there are some things that deserve their own page-space. These past few years have seen the birth of Human Deal or No Deal. They saw Remi flipping some burgers, Hickey dealing fish behind a counter, and Camilla selling some shit for a kitchen. And, obviously, there was a hell of a lot of babysitting. There were blogs, and even an attempted novel. There was Isabelle’s beautiful drumming sound, and of course there were Mitch’s brill cups of tea. There was bird flu, and then came the swine. There was a fruitshop boy, a costa girl, and there might even have been a few teachers in there as well. There was one fateful fight with my Mary about a little island called Japan, and then there was Miley’s tank top. Elly screamed across the art room floor for some paint or other shit on a daily basis, and there was Goodman’s confusion as to WTF Was Going On Here. There were drums, there were ukuleles and there were guitars; the stench of failure soon followed. There was Scott on Friendorama and then there was the return of Clemmie 2. My French/American gangster drug dealer soon started providing the goods from German Switzerland. There was Momo’s arrival into the BS (Better Section). There was a Snow Patrol concert that blessed me with a conversation. And then came the noise of dubstep. There was and still is an entry pass application that hasn’t been sent off. (I didn’t get a chance to see what Fatima bloody did next. Damn you Remus.) There were Diams’ stupid confessions, and Yelle’s porno request. There was a lion, a dragon and an Easter egg hunt. We dressed up as bacteria for a bio presentation, for God’s sake! There were mistakes made, and lessons learned. (Rarely in a classroom, though). There were some inspirational teachers (woah, there, let’s not get ahead of ourselves – there were only one or two of those). There were wailing tears. There were hysterical laughs. There were hopes. There were fears. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you all, kids.