An exodus and B10, the loony room

For background information: at the beginning of the school year, my school hired a new head of sixth form, who is pretty much universally unpopular. It would appear that in the last few days, that has come to a head, with two of my friends leaving. One in particular made a big show about it, including making an amusing note in the signing-out folder. (We have folders in which to write our name, reason for signing out and times we were out for.) This friend decided to write something along the lines of "leaving forever and ever and ever and ever and ever harharhar SUCKERS" as her reason, some interesting anatomical diagrams as her signing out time and "you wish" as her signing back in time. Considering this new head (no names mentioned) is making it his priority to get as many people to join the sixth form as possible (because UCAS applications and admin apparently just aren't important) this exodus must be quite a blow to him. Indeed, he doesn't appear to be in a terribly good mood. Good.

Something else of note is an incident that occurred in a room (B10) in the sixth-form block my friends (and a load of other people) inhabit during free periods, break and lunch. We'd been hearing a load of the lower-sixth formers in the room next to ours banging walls for a while, and itsounded like someone was in the cupboard (which backs into our room, a square of wall in the corner.) We retaliated by thumping the wall of the cupboard, to alarm whoever was in it, and everything went quiet. After a bit, some lower-sixth boys rushed into our room and started moving the ceiling tiles around. When they'd moved one tile in particular, a face appeared in the ceiling (again, no names mentioned) and asked us to put some tables under the hole so he could climb down. Then, he clambered down into the room, covered in the best part of a century's dust. Really, it's not every day you see someone enter a room through the ceiling. That's what doors were invented for. All the same, it was rather funny :)

B10 does seem to be a place where mad things happen. Last Spring, as a good example, saw a group of people (myself included) trapped inside with the door mechanism stuck. I had to have my lunch passed to me through two windows, as we were on the first floor, and after an hour or so of wondering whether we could climb through the ceiling, the caretakers showed up with their crowbar. Needless to say, the door lost its insides, the frame took a bashing and no one has bothered to fix it. Even a year after, if you want it to shut you have to put a bin in front of it. What a brilliantly maintained school.

Enough of my ramblings now, I have an evil physics exam on Thursday about trains and other exciting stuff to revise for. Fun fun.

Lowri :)