Friday marked my last day of school ever. A relief? Kind of. That's not to say I won't miss the general banter and completely unproductive lessons that made up my time at Stamford School. I'm just ready to move onto other things. It was a bit of a fun day as you might imagine. It was fancy dress for a start - I was decked out in full ninja attire, complete with nunchuks (I managed to avoid hurting myself, barely) - but that was just the beginning. What better way to say goodbye to the establishment which I spent ten years of my life at, than by pulling pranks?
Next up, we have the infamous sports day streakers, who ran on the track to do a lap of victory during the girls 800m race.
The next one was the old jumper scene at the science block. No doubt the poor bastard got fed up of physics lessons.
In the morning we were greeted with a beautiful sight. This huge banner hung across the school chapel. I won't get into what S.S.I. actually stands for, but at it's heart it's sexist propaganda.
And of course, what prank day would be complete without some newspapering of common rooms?
The final prank was replacing millions of framed photos around school with ones that we'd prepared. There were far too many for me to put them all up here but to give you a taste, here is a shot from the Regional Dumping Championships:
Here we have the starting line up of the annual cross-Stamford street race:
Here you can see a shot taken from the 6th form Maths-Debate:
And last but not least, our school Underwater Pool 1st Team:
Friday was topped off with a five-hour stretch in the pub, then dinner, and then off to the club. All in all a fitting end to school life.
