what is it with the human kind, that when one is threatend it instantly reverts back to "kill or be killed"
Tomorrow, at my school, they will be coming.
a hoard will attack us.
and we. are. not. prepared.
boys. many, MANY boys will breech the perimeter of my school and throw eggs and fish bits and other handfulls of disgusting-ness that they can lay their hairy hands on.
The annual Tauranga Boys College undie run is upon us and we are SCREWED.
it is a sick tradition, we have. girls vs boys in all out war, that we female's never win. the men can throw harder, run faster and be brutaler than we.
tomorrow, we girls will hold the line. we will have plastic bags over of uniforms in a thin veil of protection and try to throw un-namable nasties at the pack of wildlings.
and we will fail.
so wish me luck.
hopefully i will be able to report back. probably covered in egg.
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