School And What We Do In It

15. Getting Sappy with the Teachers

Tuesday
Morning
Register time
till Home time

It's the last day of school, finally!

Most of us have been waiting for this since the school year started! But if you're the class "geek", like me than you'll most likely enjoy the school year, but there's one function that we love the most, it's our farewell parties, we have one at the end of every term, but our Term 4 farewell party is always the best, because it's the last party of the year, the last time we get to see each other as a grade 7 class, and the we love to end the year with a bang!

I'm normally the first girl from my class that gets to school and is organised, well prepared (well...most of the time) and is prepared for the day ahead of me.

So of course, I start preparing the class for the farewell party and after that I had to do the most boring job ever, and that is to wait, and wait, and yeah, I'm still waiting!

The probelm with parties is that after setting up, you have to wait for the other people to come!

So after waiting about ten minutes, I think it was about ten minutes, who am I kidding? It was actually eleven minutes and fifty-nine seconds, not I was counting...

Anyway, my friends, who are organising the party, finally came!

Finally! I nearly died of boredom!

"Did you bring your stuff?" I asked all my friends and they nodded in reply.

"Great! Let's get to work then!" I said, thrilled.

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Our class parties have the girls run it. Why? Because boys are irresponsible, have a short memory span, and are deaf. Are we being unfair? No! We tried once and told the boys everything they needed to do, and all those facts went from the one ear to the the other ear, straight out! It was a massive fail!

So that's why the girls do the organising. The things the guys need to do so bring whatever they said they'd bring and attend, and the most important thing is not eat everything and leave nothing for the girls to eat, because their appetite is too big, hey, I should speak for myself, but at least I eat breakfast unlike most of the boys!

After setting up, we all gathered inside, but sadly our registration teacher came, not that we don't like her, but we didn't like what she had to say next, because Mrs. Trailer came bearing bad news!

"Hi kiddos! It looks good, but..." Mrs. Trailer said railing off.

Of course! There's a "but."

"But, Ma'am?" Sana asked.

"But...you have to take the party outside, because they want to put the new art chairs in here, because this is going to be the new Art room. So can you girls do that?"

"Yes, Mam!" we all said in unison.

Did I tell you about how awesome Mrs. Trailer is? And how lucky we are to have her as our register teacher and Afrikaans teacher?

Mrs. Trailer is just the coolest teacher EVER! At first, you would think Mrs. Trailer is a strict teacher that gives you holdings, which is now illegal, and is called "corporal punishment", because she's so tall and she still wears two inches heels! Mrs. Trailer is the most prettiest teacher in her forties at our school and has the most sensible fashion taste in the whole school except the young interns. And Mrs. Trailer is such a good teacher, has a wicked sense of humour, which I enjoy.