Gossip is sexy. Gossip is good. Not everyone does it, but everyone should!
~Gossip Girl
Tonight I went out to dinner with the four other prefects in my house (all nice girls I love and get along well with), my head of house and assistant head of house to a fancy restaurant called Finnigan’s Place.
The food was wonderful and view was spectacular. But the conversation – hilarious!
We spent the whole night (a few hours) not knocking back drinks (because it was still a school-related function – I can’t imagine how entertaining it might have been if we had!) and discussing who should be next year’s prefects; who’s a good leader, who’s a follow, who’s not social enough, who’s too nice, who’s too emotional. Out of 20 students, we came up with a list of 3 students we agreed on, and 2 who were potentially suitable. Our table talk ranged from the most dangerous situations we’d ever been in; our travels; plans for the future; having children (our assistant HoH is going to be a father again!); bitching about other teachers (yes, they do find our principal as boring as we do, and agree that he should know the names of all the school prefects) and the ups and downs of the past three years together (those are stories for another post, about how many girls have been expelled from our year group alone, plus those who have left, which has reduced our house year group to 13.) Among other things, I discovered my head of house has been married twice (she’s not married at the moment), although I’d always suspected that.
There’s nothing better than sharing good food (which we did!) with enjoyable company and scintillating conversation.
My head of house comes across, quite bluntly, as a bitch to most people, but if you get to know her, (and, of course, stay on her right side), you’ll find she’s fair, candid and witty. At least I do, mostly because I have a good relationship with her, and I respect her. Working with her also gives me another perspective – the frustration and anxiety caused by problems like stealing – that most girls don’t see or understand. I’m sure I’ll miss her when I’m gone (5 weeks to go!).
A memorable and happy way to end our year as prefects as our duties diminish and the year 11s begin to get a taste of leadership responsibilities.
x
Just a prefect
5 comments:
Our captains and prefects have already stepped down - here, the leadership year begins in Term 4 when the leaders are still in Year 11 and it ends when Term 3 finishes xD It's a bit strange.
Your principal is boring? Didn't he visit TT though when we were there (I seem the recall that he started being principal the year after I left or something?) and everyone found him interesting? Or am I thinking of someone else...
This all sounds so cool, the whole prefect thing reminds me of Harry Potter. I did IB too (in reference to your about me) so I know what you are going through! haha
PS: Thanks for commenting on my blog!! I usually reply there, but thought I'd visit you here ;)
I can never stand bloody prefects. Yet, I am one myself. *cough* Hypocrite *cough* Well, I can't stand the prefects at my school, useless. I only became one to prove that I could do the job. XD
Oh how the same thing is happening at our school. Next week I have to host a house meeting assembly, in preperation for next year - the leadership phase in at the end of year 11! You must be enjoying bailing out of it and all of its nitty gritty tasks.
Well thanks alot for the comment and stop by, and the link to your historical image - I was blown away at how powerful it was.
Good luck for your upcoming exams - what subjects do you do?
Also, I hope you don't mind me putting a link to your blog on my page.
Cheerio.
Ah well, I was searching up blogs of other teenagers. Somehow, it was pretty damn hard. Then I found your blog, read it, and commented! And in my search, I found this blondegirlblog or something, and it turned out to be porn. *sigh* =.="
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