Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Ah, such a wonderful place is my school (heavy sarcasm). The joints in my fingers are a bit stiff still from being in the cold. Bear with me and I shall tell you the tale.
The fire bell went off just a little way into my IT lesson. We all trotted off outside into the freezing cold and stood there for ages until being allowed back into school. You’d think that with CCTV everywhere they’d see what little rat set off the fire bell but no. They have to line up the suspects and then check the alibis. And all of this had to happen on the day that I wasn’t wearing one of my warmer school tops (Two new warm, woolly ones were just worn this week as well as another one mum gave me for Christmas. I save my better long sleeved one for Fridays because Friday is the best day, no school for two days after ) So, basically I’m wearing one of my usual black ones with the shorter sleeves that just reach the elbows. I’d wear one of my casual jumpers but I prefer to set a standard for school, as were supposed to be “smart but casual”.
Anyway. My torment could have lasted longer because the prefects have to line up outside the Astroturf (where we line up for fire bells) and try to keep order as the little rats go back into school. Ha! Some people are made for the job; they have the kind of stance, reputation and personality to make the little rats respect them. I am not one of those people. I am quiet, antisocial and far from athletic. I only command authority when the rats think I’m a teacher (which is why I don’t wear my school ID). When they think that I have the power to get them kicked out (as a teacher) they are reasonably polite, considering. But when they know of find out I’m just a student they mouth off and are generally horrible little rats (and that’s an insult to rats. I like rats).
Prefect duty officially ended last week but I chose not to do mine the week before (as did most others) because we were told that it would only be until the end of term, but our year leader suspended for the two weeks before our exams so we could revise and stuff. No one particularly wanted to resume their duties after we came back.
Anyway, back to the point. Because my year leader is a lazy so-and-so he didn’t get replacement prefects lined up. We’ve been without them (officially) for a week and he expects us veterans to do the standing outside while the ungrateful rats go inside and the only kind of reward we get for freezing ourselves to death and enduring the savage little creatures is a general “Well done prefects”. Well done prefects. That’s it. You’d at least expect something more to be said than just “Well done”. What makes it worse is he’d say it even if we did absolutely nothing at all. I tell you, that is most definitely not what I signed up for, and I won’t bore you all by recounting my first day on the job, let’s just say it was bad. Very bad.
Quite simply I refused to stand there like a fool and just went in with everyone else. I did my time. I don’t see why I should have to do it again. I don’t see why any of us, former prefects, should have to do it again. It’s our year leader’s job to have the next lot of prefects ready to be handed the baton instead of leaving it to the last minute like an idiot.
Well, I have a lesson to try and salvage.

Bluebiird out.