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25th June 2003
As I was sitting in the middle of nowhere amongst a relatively small crowd of people, the thing that struck me most about those around me was the cynacism. It's easy to be a cynic, it's even easier to follow the crowd, so I can't really come to any conclusions about this, except that most people didn't really want to be there. The weather was nice, perhaps too nice, making for our lazy morning in the sun and the walk to and from Tesco quite uncomfortable, it would only be the late morning when Dr. Hendrix and I found our way to some rapidly disappearing shade.
Monsieur Page had tried to rally support for the one event that those at the sixth form were fully encouraged to take part in - the "open mile". Unlike The Green Mile (Mendes, 2002) this sounded like effort, despite being reassured we could walk it. Whilst unfortunately I wasn't around at the time to witness this event, I have been informed it was nothing to shake a stick at.
The only point in this day when I was thankful for being dragged into this ritual was after we had found the shade by the field's edge. As I lay on my back staring up at a perfect blue sky I managed to achieve a state of relaxation and peace I hadn't had for a long time. Although it was a hot day, a cool breeze made it bearable and it gave me time to think, about the cynicism and the mile and article that would come of it. And of course something amazingly profound, but that can keep.
This is what other people had to say about today:
Hendy
A few years ago, Kesgrave High School population looked quite big. My reasoning for this was that it took a few glances to look around everybody. However today, I can see everybody from Kesgrave in one glance, without moving my head. From this I can conlude that either the number of people in the lower school has decreased, or they have got smaller in size.
Hardcastle
Today, the 6th form is missing Blair. We believe that hei s sitting at home in a paddling pool drinking Budweiser. Here is an artist's impression of Blair in the paddling pool:
See, fantastic. I think that could at least win the Turner prize. Okay, maybe not.
Rawson
Sitting, exactly in the centre of a moderately sized field. A tinny voice in the background talking about the things that nobody wants to hear about. Most peopleare wearing shorts, looking like they are about to get physical. Physical! I stop for a minute to think to myself that it is quite sad that the year 11s and 13s have left, so that the only people who are here, are actually illegal. I have been reminded that they have guards, which is both shocking and worrying.
Pandy
A blank sheet, a blank mind. I'll add to this later, yours sincerely, Pandy (There is my 5 lines)
Bevan
When in year 7 the thought of sports day did bring with it a certain amount of excitement. The day off school, the general laziness. Now, 5-6 years down the line, I cannot find anyone who sees Sports Day as any more than an inconvenience. The fact we are all seated in the middle of a field in the heat burning with nothing more to do for a further 3 hours does not help matters. Surrounding me Pandy and Jay share conversation, the sound of 'Alan!' pierces my ear and the quiet whining of Radiohead screams in the other. I just want to go home now, the novelty (if ever there was one) has worn off. As harsh as it may seem, I just want some intelligent conversation.
Rusty
Sports Day - an oasis in the desert of school. The one day when, if carefully prepared you can get away with doing absolutely nothing. Which is what I've been doing on Sports Day since year 8 - this being my fifth one. Instead of concentrating on the actual day, I am going to concentrate on something more flawed-the houses themselves. Lets face it: Kesgrave doesn’t care about what house they’re in. Why should they? Apart from sports day, its utterly irrelevant. This has been proven simply by the lack of cheering by each house in response to any pleading by the house captains.
In summary, Kesgrave’s house system is pointless.
Randy
Me - “can I swear?”
Jay - “course you can”
Fuck.
So here I am at sports day 2003.
Rawson - “How’s your scrot Dave?”
Me - “Pretty good”
Of course sports day sucks serious ass and that makes me angry. However it does give me the opportunity to skive off lessons, sit around all day and watch selected members of year 10 carry out athletic events. That doesn’t mean that I don’t hate sports day with a passion however and gives me the perfect opportunity to be angry and bitch a lot. It’s too hot today.
Kent
Ryan Kent here, Sitting, and listening to Rich Webb on his green acoustic guitar, he is accompanied by Christopher Shields on vocals,
[Current music | RHCP-By the way]
[Current tan status | off white]
To my left I have Loince, ahead I have Danny G, and to my right, Mr Simpson. Previous to this current moment in time everyone in my close vicinity, a mass sun cream applyment time (if that is a word) occurred. The tennis ball has already been confiscated by Page, and a few of the lads have disappeared to play soccer somewhere else. Looking at the weather outlook sun seems likely for the day. At this moment Christopher and Rich have made 67 pence, 4 Charlie’s Angel’s postcard’s and 2 credit card type things, from playing and singing music. Lastly preparing for the open mile, myself, Simpson, Dan, Shields, Loince, Ben Wall and Dave are running Backwards. Kent signing off.
Lawrence
I Ran the mile about half an hour ago, I managed to run about a lap and a half backwards, then I got bored so I ran it forwards. I think that just proved how unfit I am, bollocks. I managed to get the whole mile on film, with help of Aimee and Heather, I don’t know how well that turned out.
Well, we got bored of sitting around so me, Sheddy, Rich, Chris, and Max have just gone to the butchers to buy some food, I bought:
2 cans off cherry 7-up
1 chocolate bar
4 of those weird liquorice tube type thingies with the white stuff in the middle that you can squeeze out. Yum.
There was also a video there that I was tempted to by, mainly because it was a film from the “Old skool kung fu” series. This name made me squeal like a girl. While writing this all of us, minus Sheddy are in my room, we’re all watching family guy, except for Chris who is playing GTA 3: Vice City on the pc. To conclude:
Sports day is for fags.
Of course, we won't be here next year...
Written by Jay
(featuring Bevan, Hardcastle, Hendy, Kent, Lawrence, Pandy, Randy, Rawson & Rusty )
As I was sitting in the middle of nowhere amongst a relatively small crowd of people, the thing that struck me most about those around me was the cynacism. It's easy to be a cynic, it's even easier to follow the crowd, so I can't really come to any conclusions about this, except that most people didn't really want to be there. The weather was nice, perhaps too nice, making for our lazy morning in the sun and the walk to and from Tesco quite uncomfortable, it would only be the late morning when Dr. Hendrix and I found our way to some rapidly disappearing shade.
Monsieur Page had tried to rally support for the one event that those at the sixth form were fully encouraged to take part in - the "open mile". Unlike The Green Mile (Mendes, 2002) this sounded like effort, despite being reassured we could walk it. Whilst unfortunately I wasn't around at the time to witness this event, I have been informed it was nothing to shake a stick at.
The only point in this day when I was thankful for being dragged into this ritual was after we had found the shade by the field's edge. As I lay on my back staring up at a perfect blue sky I managed to achieve a state of relaxation and peace I hadn't had for a long time. Although it was a hot day, a cool breeze made it bearable and it gave me time to think, about the cynicism and the mile and article that would come of it. And of course something amazingly profound, but that can keep.
This is what other people had to say about today:
Hendy
A few years ago, Kesgrave High School population looked quite big. My reasoning for this was that it took a few glances to look around everybody. However today, I can see everybody from Kesgrave in one glance, without moving my head. From this I can conlude that either the number of people in the lower school has decreased, or they have got smaller in size.
Hardcastle
Today, the 6th form is missing Blair. We believe that hei s sitting at home in a paddling pool drinking Budweiser. Here is an artist's impression of Blair in the paddling pool:See, fantastic. I think that could at least win the Turner prize. Okay, maybe not.
Rawson
Sitting, exactly in the centre of a moderately sized field. A tinny voice in the background talking about the things that nobody wants to hear about. Most peopleare wearing shorts, looking like they are about to get physical. Physical! I stop for a minute to think to myself that it is quite sad that the year 11s and 13s have left, so that the only people who are here, are actually illegal. I have been reminded that they have guards, which is both shocking and worrying.
Pandy
A blank sheet, a blank mind. I'll add to this later, yours sincerely, Pandy (There is my 5 lines)
Bevan
When in year 7 the thought of sports day did bring with it a certain amount of excitement. The day off school, the general laziness. Now, 5-6 years down the line, I cannot find anyone who sees Sports Day as any more than an inconvenience. The fact we are all seated in the middle of a field in the heat burning with nothing more to do for a further 3 hours does not help matters. Surrounding me Pandy and Jay share conversation, the sound of 'Alan!' pierces my ear and the quiet whining of Radiohead screams in the other. I just want to go home now, the novelty (if ever there was one) has worn off. As harsh as it may seem, I just want some intelligent conversation.
Rusty
Sports Day - an oasis in the desert of school. The one day when, if carefully prepared you can get away with doing absolutely nothing. Which is what I've been doing on Sports Day since year 8 - this being my fifth one. Instead of concentrating on the actual day, I am going to concentrate on something more flawed-the houses themselves. Lets face it: Kesgrave doesn’t care about what house they’re in. Why should they? Apart from sports day, its utterly irrelevant. This has been proven simply by the lack of cheering by each house in response to any pleading by the house captains.
In summary, Kesgrave’s house system is pointless.
Randy
Me - “can I swear?”
Jay - “course you can”
Fuck.
So here I am at sports day 2003.
Rawson - “How’s your scrot Dave?”
Me - “Pretty good”
Of course sports day sucks serious ass and that makes me angry. However it does give me the opportunity to skive off lessons, sit around all day and watch selected members of year 10 carry out athletic events. That doesn’t mean that I don’t hate sports day with a passion however and gives me the perfect opportunity to be angry and bitch a lot. It’s too hot today.
Kent
Ryan Kent here, Sitting, and listening to Rich Webb on his green acoustic guitar, he is accompanied by Christopher Shields on vocals,
[Current music | RHCP-By the way]
[Current tan status | off white]
To my left I have Loince, ahead I have Danny G, and to my right, Mr Simpson. Previous to this current moment in time everyone in my close vicinity, a mass sun cream applyment time (if that is a word) occurred. The tennis ball has already been confiscated by Page, and a few of the lads have disappeared to play soccer somewhere else. Looking at the weather outlook sun seems likely for the day. At this moment Christopher and Rich have made 67 pence, 4 Charlie’s Angel’s postcard’s and 2 credit card type things, from playing and singing music. Lastly preparing for the open mile, myself, Simpson, Dan, Shields, Loince, Ben Wall and Dave are running Backwards. Kent signing off.
Lawrence
I Ran the mile about half an hour ago, I managed to run about a lap and a half backwards, then I got bored so I ran it forwards. I think that just proved how unfit I am, bollocks. I managed to get the whole mile on film, with help of Aimee and Heather, I don’t know how well that turned out.
Well, we got bored of sitting around so me, Sheddy, Rich, Chris, and Max have just gone to the butchers to buy some food, I bought:
2 cans off cherry 7-up
1 chocolate bar
4 of those weird liquorice tube type thingies with the white stuff in the middle that you can squeeze out. Yum.
There was also a video there that I was tempted to by, mainly because it was a film from the “Old skool kung fu” series. This name made me squeal like a girl. While writing this all of us, minus Sheddy are in my room, we’re all watching family guy, except for Chris who is playing GTA 3: Vice City on the pc. To conclude:
Sports day is for fags.
Of course, we won't be here next year...
Written by Jay
(featuring Bevan, Hardcastle, Hendy, Kent, Lawrence, Pandy, Randy, Rawson & Rusty )