So a letter from school came in this morning, thinly veiled as a 'final reminder' of the remaining events for the year. All I got from it were threats of expulsion should we "engage in unseemly conduct". Look at the picture above - that red square signifies where our FLOP should be. Sure, this shouldn't me news to me, but it irks me that the only communication we've had on this matter comes by way of indirect, one-way messages.
First time it was "We have cancelled the student review and - no questions at this moment, please" and we still haven't had that moment it seems.
She said we'd have 'student-run film festivals' but no mention of that here either.
Now she chooses to reassert her position through a subtle non-mention.
And check it, the best part comes later:
"The end of year celebrations for Year 12, 2004-2009 were most positive occasions and I am sure we can rely on Year 12, 2010 to continue this tradition."
Fuck that! What tradition are you talking about? 'Cause it sure as hell isn't the
thirty-four year old one you've chosen to stop.
And for what reasons?
"Improperly close to the HSC", time that should be spent focusing on work/study? More time is going to be spent trying to get this bitch back on the road.
I'd go on to debunk more of the reasons that've been put out, but I'm pretty sure these are all of them.
The FLOP was an integral part of the Year 12 leaving experience, one of the many reasons why I fucking love the Fort. It was a chance for the entire grade to get together and come up with something that best displays the traits the school says they want to instill in us: creativity with the videos, organisational skills to make sure everything gets done and teamwork to make sure it gets done smoothly. More than that, I believe that putting the FLOP together was when a yeargroup would really mesh together and find that harmony everybody searches for in highschool. Heck, it was even when the Year 12's got to get the farewell they damn well deserve.
Well that's my story for tonight. And no, this isn't just some weak armchair protesting shit, I'll hopefully be able to recycle some of this when Jacky and I have a chat with Moxy after trials - anybody else is welcome to join us. And if everything fails we still have Jacob/Will's idea where we all pull out vuvuzelas and drown out the final principal's address of our school career.
Blue Scholars - Commencement Day
And in other news, this is a sick graduation song.