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the memory of the day he had all the power.
That kid'll be the maths nerd who ends up writing the models a bank uses to trade money, and he'll be living in a massive house in Surrey, playing with a life-sized D&AD battle set.
the meek don't inherit the Earth.
they inherit Middle Earth.
only wanted to be a prefect to jump the queue at lunch
I was baffled that it worked
she forgot her ID, so none of us could get in, then she started yelling 'I AM AN ARCHITECT' at a confused looking bouncer, I think he let us in just to shut her up.
This was yearrrrrrrrrrrrrrs ago
sounds a lot like Paddy Considine in Dead Man's Shoes, doesn't he?
I feel a bit sad about all of this
but while one part of me was laughing, another part of me felt sorry for the prefect. i can't imagine that he doesn't suffer from autism or something similar.
I never made the grade. Dunno what you needed to do to "make the grade" but about 1/3 of the lower sixth becomes a prefect.
However, I was in the upper sixth once, sitting in the prefects common room (a special room they get) as I normally did (rebel) and one of them actually took umbrage to this and asked me to leave. Like dead serious. What a twonk. Who cares?
FUCK YOU SCHOOL