It seems like an age ago, and well, it pretty much is. After reading Melisa's post this morning, I logged into my Facebook, and there awaiting me was a photo from my high school Muck Up Day. I wasn't as all-loving of my secondary college education as Melisa, but I sure did love my final year. I don't know what the American equivalent is, but basically, it's our last day of high school and everyone - absolutely everyone in Year 12 - gets dressed up, gets drunk and plays pranks on the teachers (and rest of the school). If I recall correctly, there was much cling wrapping of toilet seats, putting Vaseline on the class room door handles, and running around with Super Soaker water guns full of fish oil, which by the end of the day when it was all dry and hot, was absolutely disgusting. The teachers usually turn a blind eye or encourage it (but I must admit, there was a few grumbling about the fact I was on rollerblades all day and collected a few younger kids going down ramps/stairs).
And here it is. My Muck Up Day.
Can anyone guess which one I am? (Keep in mind I like having full attention, and pose a lot).
Yep, there I am, resplendent in the cheer leading outfit I borrowed from a friend who'd recently returned from America, and the rest of me head to toe in fluorescent loveliness. I think I was aiming for some sort of 80s Cheer Leader.
I'm going to see if I can dig up any more sexy high school photos!