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School may not prepare you for the real world; You know the one… Bosses, deadlines, targets, etc but it certainly prepares you for somewhere like this.

Like school there are distinct groups…

There are the kids who smoke illicit cigarettes behind the technical studies block… Here they smoke illicit joints a few meters away from the front door and pretend that the tutors don’t know they are all half baked at the best of times.

There are the bullies… Here they aren’t the hold your head down the toilet and show you the blue goldfish type, they’re the ones who use vocalisation as a form of bullying or strength of character as a way to subvert your will.

There are the school swats… The ones who kiss teachers ass and show just how good they are at doing their work. Which is kind ironic as if they were half as good at work as they claim to be they wouldn’t be here in the first place.

There are the pretty girls… Who huddle in corners comparing nail varnish, the latest fashions and do nothing productive. Unless you count making snide remarks about everyone not in their group and who’s only form of vocal contact seems to be to giggle like hyenas on PCP.

And finally there is the class clown who see’s all these disparate groups and realises they have one thing in common. And takes the piss out of them for it. That’d be me.