The Ranting Room

Ah....... I was almost 17 at the end of my tenure as prefect....... kids from 11-16/17 start getting seriously scary....... and opposite to what you might think it was the prefects that got bullied by the thugs a lot of the time.... some prfects then took out their frustration by lording it over the little kids and the cycle never seemed to break.... I couldn't wait to get out of school.I was your typical ....er.......um........ misfit in my youth...

There were lots of Prefects.  All we did was occasionally get out of classes and sit at the reception desk to greet visitors.  Then at lunchtimes I used to stand in the corridor looking for snotty-nosed Year 7s (or any other years) who were wearing trainers, running, being mischievous, had those annoyingly short ties (everyone had those, even the brainiacs... I didn't!) or had their shirts untucked.

I felt really important... in hindsight, I was just a tool.  Brilliant!

They gave the Prefect rights to a lot of idiots... including me!  There were some Prefects who had different ties as well, I'm not actually sure why that was... maybe they were Head Prefects.  Again, some idiots had those too.

Where's the justice in the world?


Edited by Geck0 - August 24 2007 at 14:23

Well there's an interesting theory of its origins... Must admit I've not heard that before, but I sooooo hope it's true

^^^ couldn't you have said you'd been sampling real ale as part of a project on local produce and biodiversity???

At my secondary school I was Head Boy* in the sixth year and a few of us went into town to sample the local ales on the day that we broke-up for the Christmas Holidays.

One of our number had a reaction to the beer (he got pd) and when we got back to the sixth form common room he decided to display his swimming prowess on a table in front of the Deputy Head.It's funny,because he was a useless swimmer in water...Anyway;luckily the Deputy Head was a 'good sort' and decided that he would 'not tell the Headmaster',who had already left school for the Holidays,and because it was the 'Season of Good Cheer' he would let us/me off just this once.Phew! Thank you Mr (You there boy! Don't run in the corridor) Freeman.

*This was totally unwarranted.I had a dentist appointment one Friday afternoon and arrived in school on Monday to be told that I had been elected in my absence and thought that I'd be O.K. about it!

Edited by Man Erg - August 29 2007 at 12:43

Tapfret wrote: Man Erg wrote: At my secondary school I was Head Boy* ...   I am guessing that is something like 'Class President'...   Either that or Cranium Man's faithful sidekick.   Anyway, great band name or horror movie concept.

We did away with the prefect system.Basically I was head of the Pupil Committee/Head of Year so Class President is close enough.

Alternatively,'Head' Boy was a term to be proud of in the 70's.There were a lot of 'Heads' at our school, Maaaan.   

Edited by Man Erg - August 29 2007 at 13:12

fandango wrote: Man Erg wrote: Basically I was head of the Pupil Committee   what school did you go to? Dr Trotsky's Independent school for young Bolsheviks??

Not far off.

What used to be termed as progressive (natch)

A bit like approved

fandango wrote: ^^or certified, even?

You know me better than I do

^^ well, I want to jolly well rant about young scrotes staying up until 4.20 am (and later, no doubt....), playing with their 'pooters.....

Hate the breed though I do, I have to say that 99% of the time, the problem is the owner, not the dog; a dog is a pack animal & therefore looks to its owner as the alpha male. Canine behaviour is nurture, not nature - in my book, the dogs can stay, it's the knuckle dragging, 'Sun' reading, X-Factor voting, football shirt wearing scum who buy them as personality substitutes who need culling.