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On friday night i attended my school prom, it was a formal night (although some of the teachers obviously never got the note) which meant tuxedos or a kilt. I was a little nervous since this to me qualified as a party, and i hate those, however i felt obliged to go to say my last farewells to my friends, most of which i will never see again.
The night went slowly. The seating plan had obviously been made by a monkey , as i ended up being sat beside people i had very little in common with, the only compensation was the girl across from me had massive cleavage ;)
Anyway i floundered my way through dinner praying for the night to end, then the disco started, 180 decibels of some aged "classics" assaulted my ear drums, which left me feeling a little annoyed as it meant very little conversation could occurr without being an inch from the persons ear and shouting like a crazed baffoon.
Slowly the time ticked past, and i had a few words with my friends, who were a bit drunk and decided they loved everyone who came into view. I got a few signatures in the back of my yearbook and i drifted around talking to some teachers. One of whom was totally slashed on champagne and could hardly sit through the main course.
Anyway i got talking to one of my not so best friends, but still quite friendly friends. We were both pretty sober and decided that this bash was boring, but the disco was so loud we could hardly hear what we were talking about.
As the night came to a close i finally got my signature into the yearbook of a girl i have known since primary school, we dont get much time to talk but we are good friends. That was really cool. The DJ then played his last song which was "The bonnie banks of Loch Lommond" i didnt know that many of the words so i sort of mumbled my way through, it worked pretty well. My friends then clumped into a huddled and started to jump up and down, i would have joined in, but i was too sober and too short to comfortably reach the same heights they were attaining.
Anyway home time came, i said a quick goodbye to the friend i mentioned earlier and made a quiet exit, i stood outside waiting for my mum to pick me up. 2 girls came out, both of which i knew but not very well. The hottest one said cheerio to me. That was perhaps one of the definitive points of the night, this girl had spoken to me once before during the whole of the sixth year. I was surprised that she said anything, but it was the fact that she had never spoken to me before which made the parting words so powerful, i was blown away.
My mum arived at last, she asked if i had been waiting long, i had been, but i said no because i didnt mind. She asked my how it went, i said it was boring to OKish. But now as i think about what happened that night the more i enjoyed it. Throughout my last year at the school i have been convinced that i wouldnt miss it, this has held true up until a few nights ago that the full implications hit me. This was the end of an era, my school days were over, my friends consigned to the mists of time where they will be consumed, but not forgotten. And at that point i felt sad.
The night went slowly. The seating plan had obviously been made by a monkey , as i ended up being sat beside people i had very little in common with, the only compensation was the girl across from me had massive cleavage ;)
Anyway i floundered my way through dinner praying for the night to end, then the disco started, 180 decibels of some aged "classics" assaulted my ear drums, which left me feeling a little annoyed as it meant very little conversation could occurr without being an inch from the persons ear and shouting like a crazed baffoon.
Slowly the time ticked past, and i had a few words with my friends, who were a bit drunk and decided they loved everyone who came into view. I got a few signatures in the back of my yearbook and i drifted around talking to some teachers. One of whom was totally slashed on champagne and could hardly sit through the main course.
Anyway i got talking to one of my not so best friends, but still quite friendly friends. We were both pretty sober and decided that this bash was boring, but the disco was so loud we could hardly hear what we were talking about.
As the night came to a close i finally got my signature into the yearbook of a girl i have known since primary school, we dont get much time to talk but we are good friends. That was really cool. The DJ then played his last song which was "The bonnie banks of Loch Lommond" i didnt know that many of the words so i sort of mumbled my way through, it worked pretty well. My friends then clumped into a huddled and started to jump up and down, i would have joined in, but i was too sober and too short to comfortably reach the same heights they were attaining.
Anyway home time came, i said a quick goodbye to the friend i mentioned earlier and made a quiet exit, i stood outside waiting for my mum to pick me up. 2 girls came out, both of which i knew but not very well. The hottest one said cheerio to me. That was perhaps one of the definitive points of the night, this girl had spoken to me once before during the whole of the sixth year. I was surprised that she said anything, but it was the fact that she had never spoken to me before which made the parting words so powerful, i was blown away.
My mum arived at last, she asked if i had been waiting long, i had been, but i said no because i didnt mind. She asked my how it went, i said it was boring to OKish. But now as i think about what happened that night the more i enjoyed it. Throughout my last year at the school i have been convinced that i wouldnt miss it, this has held true up until a few nights ago that the full implications hit me. This was the end of an era, my school days were over, my friends consigned to the mists of time where they will be consumed, but not forgotten. And at that point i felt sad.
We have managed to escape a disco! YAHOO! All pile off to someones house/barn/field, get wasted, and generaly mess around with ALL my friends!
Most of which are staying on anyway!
Most of which are staying on anyway!
Heh, I felt like that when I left Junior School in Year 6. :D
I thought I'd be happy once I left, but when you've just spent four years with the same people you realise how much you'll miss it...as long as you don't hate them all, of course. {:)
I thought I'd be happy once I left, but when you've just spent four years with the same people you realise how much you'll miss it...as long as you don't hate them all, of course. {:)
On friday night i attended my school prom, it was a formal night (although some of the teachers obviously never got the note) which meant tuxedos or a kilt. I was a little nervous since this to me qualified as a party, and i hate those, however i felt obliged to go to say my last farewells to my friends, most of which i will never see again.
The night went slowly. The seating plan had obviously been made by a monkey , as i ended up being sat beside people i had very little in common with, the only compensation was the girl across from me had massive cleavage ;)
Anyway i floundered my way through dinner praying for the night to end, then the disco started, 180 decibels of some aged "classics" assaulted my ear drums, which left me feeling a little annoyed as it meant very little conversation could occurr without being an inch from the persons ear and shouting like a crazed baffoon.
Slowly the time ticked past, and i had a few words with my friends, who were a bit drunk and decided they loved everyone who came into view. I got a few signatures in the back of my yearbook and i drifted around talking to some teachers. One of whom was totally slashed on champagne and could hardly sit through the main course.
Anyway i got talking to one of my not so best friends, but still quite friendly friends. We were both pretty sober and decided that this bash was boring, but the disco was so loud we could hardly hear what we were talking about.
As the night came to a close i finally got my signature into the yearbook of a girl i have known since primary school, we dont get much time to talk but we are good friends. That was really cool. The DJ then played his last song which was "The bonnie banks of Loch Lommond" i didnt know that many of the words so i sort of mumbled my way through, it worked pretty well. My friends then clumped into a huddled and started to jump up and down, i would have joined in, but i was too sober and too short to comfortably reach the same heights they were attaining.
Anyway home time came, i said a quick goodbye to the friend i mentioned earlier and made a quiet exit, i stood outside waiting for my mum to pick me up. 2 girls came out, both of which i knew but not very well. The hottest one said cheerio to me. That was perhaps one of the definitive points of the night, this girl had spoken to me once before during the whole of the sixth year. I was surprised that she said anything, but it was the fact that she had never spoken to me before which made the parting words so powerful, i was blown away.
My mum arived at last, she asked if i had been waiting long, i had been, but i said no because i didnt mind. She asked my how it went, i said it was boring to OKish. But now as i think about what happened that night the more i enjoyed it. Throughout my last year at the school i have been convinced that i wouldnt miss it, this has held true up until a few nights ago that the full implications hit me. This was the end of an era, my school days were over, my friends consigned to the mists of time where they will be consumed, but not forgotten. And at that point i felt sad.
The night went slowly. The seating plan had obviously been made by a monkey , as i ended up being sat beside people i had very little in common with, the only compensation was the girl across from me had massive cleavage ;)
Anyway i floundered my way through dinner praying for the night to end, then the disco started, 180 decibels of some aged "classics" assaulted my ear drums, which left me feeling a little annoyed as it meant very little conversation could occurr without being an inch from the persons ear and shouting like a crazed baffoon.
Slowly the time ticked past, and i had a few words with my friends, who were a bit drunk and decided they loved everyone who came into view. I got a few signatures in the back of my yearbook and i drifted around talking to some teachers. One of whom was totally slashed on champagne and could hardly sit through the main course.
Anyway i got talking to one of my not so best friends, but still quite friendly friends. We were both pretty sober and decided that this bash was boring, but the disco was so loud we could hardly hear what we were talking about.
As the night came to a close i finally got my signature into the yearbook of a girl i have known since primary school, we dont get much time to talk but we are good friends. That was really cool. The DJ then played his last song which was "The bonnie banks of Loch Lommond" i didnt know that many of the words so i sort of mumbled my way through, it worked pretty well. My friends then clumped into a huddled and started to jump up and down, i would have joined in, but i was too sober and too short to comfortably reach the same heights they were attaining.
Anyway home time came, i said a quick goodbye to the friend i mentioned earlier and made a quiet exit, i stood outside waiting for my mum to pick me up. 2 girls came out, both of which i knew but not very well. The hottest one said cheerio to me. That was perhaps one of the definitive points of the night, this girl had spoken to me once before during the whole of the sixth year. I was surprised that she said anything, but it was the fact that she had never spoken to me before which made the parting words so powerful, i was blown away.
My mum arived at last, she asked if i had been waiting long, i had been, but i said no because i didnt mind. She asked my how it went, i said it was boring to OKish. But now as i think about what happened that night the more i enjoyed it. Throughout my last year at the school i have been convinced that i wouldnt miss it, this has held true up until a few nights ago that the full implications hit me. This was the end of an era, my school days were over, my friends consigned to the mists of time where they will be consumed, but not forgotten. And at that point i felt sad.