At the ripe old age of 20, I am wondering what the hell is going on with today’s youth. Muck Up Day is BRUTAL this year. Kids rampaging through rival schools, through the streets, jumping on cars, smashing things up, bashing other people up- and OMG THEY MADE BOMBS. Okay, more like incendiary devices intended to cause smoke or fire. So…not exactly Al-Qaeda. But still, we have Year 12 psychopaths-in-the-making. Whereabouts does bomb-manufacturing fall in the homicidal triad?

My own Muck Up Day- or ‘Celebration Day’ as it was renamed by the principal, so as to encourage responsible and mature behavior rather than rowdy rambunctious revelry- was fairly tame. We were all too lazy, to be honest, and couldn’t be bothered with the usual pranks. No fish oil on the lockers, no Vaseline on doorknobs, no plastic wrap over toilets and no rotten egg-throwing. How boring were we?! There was a barbecue in the morning and a concert in the afternoon, during which nobody was injured and no condom balloons were tossed around. I was nominated for ‘Most Likely to Become a Millionaire’ but lost to Sining, a 15 year old Asian kid who was the Dux. Grr. *glares* 

A rather blurry photo of a few of my classmates:

Katie as Britney Spears, Jess as Red Riding Hood, Mel as the Big Bad Wolf, Laura as Dorothy, me as…well, I wore the tackiest thing I could find- given that Muck Up Day traditionally encourages a sluttier mode of dress- and since it had an Oriental look to it, I called myself Mulan…Emma as Snow White and Leah in the front as a character out of a book on our reading list.

Our outfits were more along fantasy lines, rather than following the balaclava clad hoodlum theme, lol. Ah, the innocence of 20005.