Maxine, You're not the only one.

Tonight is the Speach night. And we'll all get to listen to speaches and watch dancers. My grandparents will be there, which is sort of nice. I don't know wether I'm the first person in the family to graduate or not, come to think of it. At least, of this generation, since graduating wasn't necesarry in the older generation. I will be the first to go to Uni, since the only ones older then me have either gotten preggers or gotten an aprenticeship in the hospitality industry. I think my older cousin made it the whole thirteen years...

A bit of pointless speculation there for you. Last night I was thinking about year 7, the end of which marking the last time anything drastically changed in my life. I don't concider moving house a drastic change, since I never change schools anyway. And I got to thinking about certain events of that year that stand out in my mind, little things we did. Nostalgia is a wonderful thing hey?

I remember that, in my tiny class of year 6/7, The girls had carefully divided themselves into two groups. Those four and the rest of us, about six of us I think. Hes, in my endire class of year sixes and ALL the year sevens, there were ten girls. About half of them were year 7's. In any case, we had a sort of name-calling system worked out. They were Coulobs (or Wogs if we wern't feeling creative. Italians in other words.) and we were Skips (I.e, White trash Australian girls). Which was fairly accurate, despite the fact that at least one of those skips was a Nyuen. I'd rather like to find out how she's going come to think of it... In any case, I remember that back then the 'student representative council' ::Shudder:: was elected by the class. In other words, the class picked the two people they thought would be best (A boy and a girl, usually the smart one since the popular ones told oall their friends not to pick them.) and they then had to be on the council unless they really, REALLY didn't want to be and argued effectively against it. Usually just 'but I'll miss work' is enough. This particular yer, however, the votes were rigged. Y'see, I recieved an almost unanimous vote for me to be on the council (Almost because I didn't vote for me, and more then likely the boy I'm about to mention didn't vote for me). Which wouldn't seem so suspicious if there hadn't also been an almost unanimous vote for a boy named Nicholas. In fact, the only people who didn't write my name and his on the ballot were the other Skips (Most of whom wrote my name down anyway, because I was 'the smart one'), and I think one or two of them might have as well... Which had him nearly in tears. Remembering that this is year seven, making him 12/13 and probably already dating given his character. I was a bit miffed. I mean, no I'm not the most popular person in the world, but he couldn't stand to see his name written next to mine? I figured the girls in the Coloub camp were teasing him and had gotten the rest of the class in on it. It's one thing to be teased, it's another to be the instrument of a teasing. I'm not sure that the latter is necesarrily worse, but it has much the same effect on your self esteem.

Long story short, he argued his way out of service and was replaced by the guy I had, earlier that year, decided was my arc rival. I wasn't particularly aggressive rivalry, and was mostly on my side. Y'see, at the end of the year there were three awards, which were awarded to three of the year sevens. One was for sport, one was for music, and one was for accademics. Sport and Music were giveaways- Everyone already knew who'd get them. I decided to try for academics (And the prize money that came with it, of course), and immediately assesed who my biggest threat would be. I decided it was him.

On a side note, he did actually win that award.

Which brings me back to tonight, and the English award. I wonder if it comes with money? In any case, it should be interesting. I know quite a few of the award winners (And don't think being square is involved in any way, because most of these people are far from. I know some people think that, but I think just completeing year 12 is all you need to be in the runing.) And then, it's over. There's the formal, and them my friends all do their extra year of SACE2 while I go on to either uni or a dead-end job, depending on my score. Although I'm sure a dead-end job awaits me in any case.
I sometimes wonder what happened to all these people. Most of them went of to private schools, and only about one of them went to the same shcool as me, and he left ages ago. It seems so strange to me that many of the people in the school I go to now went to the same primary school. One much larger then mine obviously- You could fit my whole school on the oval of Zoe's school. And coming from a graduating class of fifteen to be one of a hundred or so is more then just a little odd. Such changes ad interest though, and more people means that the groups can be more defined. I doesnt' have to be 'If you're italian you're with them, if you're not you're with them'. It's now 'if you're this sort of person, you're with them. If you're this other sort, you're with them. If you're friends wit this person, hang with them'. And from there it moved on to 'If you need a place to sit and you dont't look down on us, you're with us'. Unless you were one of the people doing the looking down, in which case you're usually still pretty clicky.

A friends mother said that if 'you girls' (Me, ledi and Zoe) liked someone, they were probably good people somehwere. I asked if that was because we were really picky, and she explained that it was just because we wern't snobs. That's nice to be told, although I always thought I was a bit of a snob sometimes. Call it private school syndrome.

Sorry to bore you.

"It's the 'Cape Barren Goose' ya goose!!"
~Me shouting at the guy on 'Who Wants to be a Millionair'. Raise your hand if you've done this.
- posted by Washi @ 12:15 pm