Fifty

[aussie_johan]

It's roughly nine-thirty, and Im sitting in Literature class next to MB, and Ive forgotten my bloody text.

Oh, what to do? We've got a sub, so I make myself busy by plugging in my headphones and daydreaming about cricket.

But I suddenly have a blinding flash of inspiration, and decide to start doing something a little different. Spurred on my ever-present need to dig myself a nice, deep hole, I decide that my rarely-updated LiveJournal is now going to be used for the epic countdown of fifty days til the end of my schooling at Whitefriars.

That is, the end of my schooling, permanently.

Hi. Im Johan. Im seventeen, waiting anxiously for eighteen. I like cricket, media studies, and making a fool of myself whilst Im drunk.

I also enjoy doing this.

And now, Im at the apex of finishing my secondary-schooling. End of an era? Changing of the guard? The Big Goodbye?

Fuck that.

School can be fun, and it can be horrible, but let’s be honest with one-another here. Most school days blend into one-another like episodes of Neighbours. The same issues are raised over and over again:

• “I got blind drunk on the weekend and did this…”
  
• “On Friday I went out with this girl and this happened…”
  
• “There was this punch on, right, and then...”

Most of this, of course, is pure speculation. Talk is cheap and so is the canteen food; we could be saving our money to spend on cars or uni accommodation, but with $2.70 chicken subs and Bondy’s illegally-sold $1.00 Coke, we’re quite happy to be where we are, thank you very much.

Pity it wont last much longer. Its day fifty. The countdown begins.