We didn't pull one particular prank - basically everybody just got up to various degrees of mischeif on our last day.
I'd guess that about 97% of us were drunk that day but one girl - Michelle - got totally wasted on Aftershock and vodka and she ended up coughing up blood and screaming that she wanted to die. Now, of course, this isn't particularly funny but when you're drunk yourself it is actually pretty hilarious! The sensible thing would have been to call an ambulance or at least a teacher as soon as she started puking up blood but we didn't want to alert any teachers to the fact that we were all trashed (all this happened in our common room - we all skipped classes that day). So a bunch of girls decided that it was better to get Michelle out of the way than to risk everyone getting busted so they locked her in a cupboard and left her there.
To this day I still don't know who it was that grassed us all up to Mr Castels but when word made it's way up to the Gallery (that was what our common room was called) that Castels was on his way all of us bolted out on to the hill behind the football field so we wouldn't get caught. Of course, poor wee Michelle was still in the cupboard.
So there we were, all of 6th year, sitting up behind the football field, scared sh#tless, watching this ambulance come screaming into the carpark. Then, a few minutes later we saw Mr Castels walking towards us accross the football field. It was lunch time by this point and all the other years were running about up on the hill too. We just knew that we'd get searched for alcohol so we were all running around trying to catch the attention of the younger kids and ask them if they'd hide our drinks untill Castels had gone again!!
Bizarrely, he wasn't really all that mad at us. I guess he'd figured that what happend to Michelle would have taught us a lesson...
...he was wrong! After Michelle had been hauled out of the Gallery and taken to hospital we all went back in and a whole bunch of people (though I wasn't one of them) proceeded to completely trash the place! I didn't want to get in trouble for vandalism which really had nothing to do with me so me and a couple of other girls nicked some stuff from the janitors closet outside the toilets - mops, buckets, stuff like that - and went and tossed them into various trees around the school.
I'm not particularly proud of what went on that day. It was very immature and as a result of our actions the Gallery was closed - none of the subsequent 6th year pupils at Hermitage Academy will ever have their own common room thanks to the Class of 2000! However, it was our last day and at least now we all have interesting story to tell!
Actually, who am I kidding?? That was one of the best days of my life!! Who cares if it was immature. In fact, I was so jazzed afterwards that I e-mailed Total Request on MTVUK and got them to play 'What's My Age Again' by Blink 182 and dedicate it to my class, just to celebrate our collective immaturity!
HERMITAGE ACADEMY
CLASS OF 2000!!!!
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