The Last Monday

Today was amazing. Woke up after 4 hours of sleep to catch the 7.09 train (an hour earlier than usual...). Thankfully Lissa's mum drove us to school from Chester Hill. From then, Lakhena whipped out the packets of balloons and we got blowing (LOL). As a unit, we sat, making sexual jokes and filled the corridor. It was amazing. Our jaws and fingers hurt but it was worth it.

I particularly enjoyed seeing the English and History teachers walking past with a bemused look on their face. 

However, not all teachers were pleased about our efforts of bringing a little colour into the school. Namely Mr Feofillof who is accused of calling Ms Ellis in the first place. SQUEALER!! And then she makes a massive fuss over balloons. Who gives a shit, theyre balloons. It was only a problem because she made it one. They didn't disrupt the class. Her trying to slam doors, yelling at kids to get back to class and popping them one by one in the corridors was the disruption. So well done. 

Lunch was so much more enjoyable. I stole Aziz's idea of getting my jersey signed. Why not? It's the last week of school! The forecast indicates that there will be warm weather, so I won't be actually wearing it often enough to get into trouble. We can't wear it to assembly. And by the time HSC comes (omggg), we would have received brand spankin' new jerseys.

And Dillon's heart-felt message on Facebook..what are you doing to me :'(