this is so typically cheesy and cringey and vikkish, but i have to,
its the last time;
because wednesday is it guys,
wednesday is our last day altogether, as lady margaret girls,
as the slags, as a pack.
its sad to think we wont cruise into registration, talk throughout whatever ms thimont is saying, dance to my mp3, sit all turned into each other, laugh at the other people in our form. wont be the last people to hand things in to ms thimont, fight with her if we need to. there will be no more form assmeblies, no more singing, no more making it up at the last minute. no more of imos prayers, of sophies introductions. No more plays. No more of me and fenalla being given jobs to do at the last minute, and of us being the worst form presidents ever, and no more of mandipa and Katherine being committee after five years of it. we wont all wave to each other in assembly. our class, fight for the purple seats at the back. Sophie and cessca wont rush out of the classroom straight down. We wont pull each others hair. sing stupidly to the hymns, fall asleep on each other, or just sit, holding hands, through whatever is being said. We wont have year eleven assembly, T on the stairs, H on the chairs, D on the floor. We wont sit by the snack machine. Even though we have never been allowed, and never will be. We wont be chased around school by mr.busby for doing it. we wont ever sit in the canteen altogether at break, and all eat salt and vinegar crisps, or more recently 'crazy' flavours when there are no salt and vinegar, and somebody wont fill a crisp packet with all our rubbish at the end, we'll never watch ali get her shots into the bin every time, never watch imo miss no matter how close she is (although after five years shes finally getting better). we'll never wander as though aimlessly to lessons, get shouted at by ms wood to leave. never sit at the big table at lunch, or all squeeze around a small one. check out who's brought what salads and foods today, have a bite of everybodys. never queue in that bloody lunchqueue, never argue over who was first. never laugh at lyn 'its busy in here today' never have to hold back about being rude about the hot food, until its been eaten, i'll never be rinsed by everybody for going back for my second course. we'll never ask 'shall i get buy more food?' 'YES!' we’ll never sit in 11D and look out the window. We’ll never sit on mr.howats desk in 11H, or lie across the desks in 11T. we'll never cruise out of school and meet by the gate together, all walk to the station together, all stand around laughing together. we'll never bike back from school together, we wont saddle each other anymore flashing everybody out pants in our uniform-thats a point, we'll never wear our uniform. we'll have no more church, no more stupid singing, no more being kicked out, no more choir, no more laughing with fen, no more tripping up, no more candles, no more realising weve forgotten to do collection. even each lesson. r.s., we'll never sit in the front row again, never get so frustrated mainly at mr.winters (i miss him) never do our phones under the desk, never write jokes notes to each other, never have little bondings with abby again. We will never speed through our mini-tests, fenella will never come over to copy again, cessca will never distract poppy. in spanish, we'll never whisper swear at ms.raynesford, but love her really. we'll never complain to her that she's bullying us, never rinse the maddie joke 'voy' infinitive 'voy' infinitive 'voy' we'll never talk about who 'we loveee the football' we'll never go on a spanish trip, never go to flamenco, never watch spanish films, never laugh at the man climbing into the womans vagina. french, me and sophie will never spend the whole lessons poking each other, talking about stupid random irrelevant things, hollie will never tell us her next episode, miss virgo will never take the piss out of mme alfonsi, we will never have arguments with her again, she will never tell me off again. me and sophie james will never have competitions on who knows most, never race to shout things out first. we will never explain everything to kate because she gets nothing, never laugh at mme alfonsi. we will never have bonding with Julia, she wont show us her japenese. p.e., we will never have as a class togehter again. ouch. me and sophie will never pull the bench on court and have a tea party, we will never shotgun teams, there will be no more team captains, no more rivalry, no more abby talking, no more cheating, no more killing supply teachers, no more volleyball, no more crazy netball, no more 'BORING' cricket, no more squashing each other in the register, no more class spirit, no more chocolates, no more ‘FENELLA’, no more ‘haaa you got bower’ now more shouting at emma and jo and sophie, no more of suzie having to run for every ball, no more of eniola trying every single time to catch it and never doing it. no more english lessons, no more hating ms nelson as a teacher but loving her as a person, no more memories of mr winterflood; his reading the dictionary, slyvia plath-heart, no more videos, no more of ms nelsons dvds, no more hating the writing tasks, no more waskett, no more rinsing her, hitting her, putting my feet on her chair, no more poems, no more books that nobody reads, no more reading time, no more note-passing, no more explaining romeo and juliet using bunny fingers, no more play fights, no more acting lessons, hating them and loving them, and pissing around, and working, and making almost all of shakespeares characters rudebois or rudegirls, no more mr.goldsmith and him being a paedo but everybody minus sophie james loving him, no more of his ‘completely, totally, cool’ no more complaining no more stupid comments. no more maths, no more trying to convince mrs grayson to be nicer to us, no more 'break times' no more sophie pye, no more phelix cole, no more gossip and laughing, and children, and babysitting, and boys, and imo eavesdropping, no more of frans nervous breakdowns. no more history lessons, no more of me and ali just talking through straight lessons, day dreaming, sex talks, no more quick catch ups, no more copying alis work, no more laughing at ms johnson, no more pictures, no more competitions on who can take most pictures on their phones, no more txting, no more mp3 players out, no more laptops, no more watching pe out the window, no more cake-eating competitions, no more over the years boyfriend pictures, no more lists. no more chemistry, no more sitting next to hollie, no cessca, no more leaning on sophie clapton, no more fighting with her and no more of cesscas 'go on hit her back', no more laughing with mr howat, no more crazy experiments to get excited about, no more explaining to be done, no more missing work, no more missing homework, no more throwing gloves at teachers and getting detention, no more of the mr howat and his toilet habits jokes, no more of cessca and vikkis beautiful gardens. no more physics, no more mr mayne, no more detentions, no more demonstrations, no more dancing, no more throwing balls, no more phoebe being pregnant, no more class arguments, no more lion king singing, no more fat discussions, no more 'mr mayne you just fancy vikki' no more bunsen burners on the table, no more hollie and her boyfriend, no more cessca and ali's sweet competitions, no more talking the whole way through a lesson 'GEORGIA', no more of any of that, no more trying to understand, failing, no more mr mayne promising to shave his beard, so long as i get an a or above, no more of ‘aint no mountain high enough’. no more biology, no more feeling bad when ms alexander gets angry, no more of her being stressed, no more her trying not to gossip but listening really, no more sitting at the back, talking all the way through, no more of her knowing you have your phone out, no more of her making us work, no more of her reading our books, no more of her joining conversations, no more of making her do out work, no more georgia and hollie actually knowing for once, no more flying squirrel videos, no more videos about genetics including women with enormous glasses. no more of any of that. No more tennis, no more pb and poppy and vikki. No more stalking mr.lawrence or mr.dunley. no more athletics with ali and that’s IT-no more of her falling on the third hurdle and just laughing and laughing and laughing. no more sitting on the grass in the summer, all lying all over each other, but not blocking the sunlight to tan, no more hiding our belly rings when teachers pass, no more water fights, no more being chased around the school, no more romy and julie, no more rita from the ghetto on her street scooter, no more no more no more. no more netball, no more willy and wally, no more victory sack dance, no more team spirit, no more we can do its, no more mummy, no more bullet balls, no more tigger, no more 'BUM HEAD', no more fat louis, no more singing, no more dancing, no more passion. its really sad, no more of any of it, no more of any of it. because i might be staying at lady margaret. but it just wont be the same. we will be all grown up. and people will be missing. and yet, we go on indefinetely, for eternity.
just because we do,
The Lady Margaret girls
You know what though, why am I concentrating on the 'no mores'..
instead, thank you guys for all of that, and seriosuly,
fuck it lets make this fucking great..