Last Two Days of School Until the Last Grade!
They where awesome! WAY better than all the others so far, and its going to be my last, seeing as in my school the last grade ends early.
Thursday:
Awards day in the morning. I beat the cleverest person in the school for the drama award! Get in! The staff felt very achieved towards me.
By the afternoon I could have gotten excluded. Read on. I've been telling everyone for about a week now that on the last day or so I was going to explode a plastic bottle in the field. So 10 minutes into lunch everyone met up on the field by the big tree. I began to build it, how it worked was it contained 50 alka-seltzer tablets inside wrapped in cling film, I would fill the bottle up half way up with water, super-glue down the cap and shake it up so the cling film would open up and the tablets would start disolving, the super-glue would make sure that the actual bottle blew-open, and not just the lid shoot off.
I left it and told everyone that it would take atleast 20 minutes to go off, after that point everyone got impatent and skeptical that it would even go off, or even be a decent explosion. So then loads of people started kicking it, throwing it, throwing stuff at it, shaking it up ect. Then what was a lucozade bottle was now a brick/football. So having experience with that I told everyone to leave it stood up, and get atleast 30ft from it.
5 minutes from that. This kid who is rude to me loads went to pick it up. Despite me shouting at him to get away from it, he crouched down and slowly reached out to lift it. Then guess what happened?
BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!! The whole field froze and looked around. People 300ft away reported it because they thought they heard a gun-shot. The kid who went to pick it up was in some state. He had some minor cuts all over his hand, went temporarily deaf in one ear, got covered in half-disolved alka-seltzers and looked as if someone had just hit him.
Me and the kid had to talk to the school nurse and one of the princables about it. I was very apolagetic, I got him a box of candy, I would feel like shit if he went permantly deaf or something. Having said that. Why should I show guilt? I did warn him not to go near it, hes horrible to me all the time, and no one ever gives a shit when they do something stupid and I end up getting hurt.
I pretty much got away with it to. The princable had to talk to my father, I would have gotten excluded but they couldn't be assed because I was so close to the end of the year.
Friday:
It was the end of term so it was just watching DVDs and playing games all day. The kids hearing was improving steadily.
Highlight of the day is an aquatience downed over half a liter of brandy on the bus, at 8am! So at the end of first period he threw up over himself, and went to walk home (a few miles). But then one of his mates texted him up to not bother and to return just as he reached the village border. He sat in reception and me and one of his friends had to trip-sit him until his mom came to pick him up. How embarrissing for him.
Thursday:
Awards day in the morning. I beat the cleverest person in the school for the drama award! Get in! The staff felt very achieved towards me.
By the afternoon I could have gotten excluded. Read on. I've been telling everyone for about a week now that on the last day or so I was going to explode a plastic bottle in the field. So 10 minutes into lunch everyone met up on the field by the big tree. I began to build it, how it worked was it contained 50 alka-seltzer tablets inside wrapped in cling film, I would fill the bottle up half way up with water, super-glue down the cap and shake it up so the cling film would open up and the tablets would start disolving, the super-glue would make sure that the actual bottle blew-open, and not just the lid shoot off.
I left it and told everyone that it would take atleast 20 minutes to go off, after that point everyone got impatent and skeptical that it would even go off, or even be a decent explosion. So then loads of people started kicking it, throwing it, throwing stuff at it, shaking it up ect. Then what was a lucozade bottle was now a brick/football. So having experience with that I told everyone to leave it stood up, and get atleast 30ft from it.
5 minutes from that. This kid who is rude to me loads went to pick it up. Despite me shouting at him to get away from it, he crouched down and slowly reached out to lift it. Then guess what happened?
BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!! The whole field froze and looked around. People 300ft away reported it because they thought they heard a gun-shot. The kid who went to pick it up was in some state. He had some minor cuts all over his hand, went temporarily deaf in one ear, got covered in half-disolved alka-seltzers and looked as if someone had just hit him.
Me and the kid had to talk to the school nurse and one of the princables about it. I was very apolagetic, I got him a box of candy, I would feel like shit if he went permantly deaf or something. Having said that. Why should I show guilt? I did warn him not to go near it, hes horrible to me all the time, and no one ever gives a shit when they do something stupid and I end up getting hurt.
I pretty much got away with it to. The princable had to talk to my father, I would have gotten excluded but they couldn't be assed because I was so close to the end of the year.
Friday:
It was the end of term so it was just watching DVDs and playing games all day. The kids hearing was improving steadily.
Highlight of the day is an aquatience downed over half a liter of brandy on the bus, at 8am! So at the end of first period he threw up over himself, and went to walk home (a few miles). But then one of his mates texted him up to not bother and to return just as he reached the village border. He sat in reception and me and one of his friends had to trip-sit him until his mom came to pick him up. How embarrissing for him.