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Post by tafkac on Apr 21, 2005 15:47:49 GMT
Alphito betulae lusia non-acris anna fearreana salmoena strablo hathanatides ura druie tannaus kolabrussamena kirkotakus athroise te mani grogopa gnathoi ruesis iota Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulle pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: άποθανεΐν θέλω He he. My school wasn't posh enough to have a song, but if it had I'd like to think this would be it. |
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Post by wishpig on Apr 21, 2005 19:44:13 GMT
our school doesn't have a song. but if it did, it would be the Hogwarts one, where everybody just sings whatever they want (our school also has a Hog as the logo so it is actually Hogwarts). we don't wear robes though. thats a shame.  |
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Post by tafkac on Apr 22, 2005 17:51:47 GMT
our school doesn't have a song. but if it did, it would be the Hogwarts one, where everybody just sings whatever they want (our school also has a Hog as the logo so it is actually Hogwarts). we don't wear robes though. thats a shame. Believe me, it isn't a shame at all. If they'd told me you have to wear a fucking gown to dinner every night I wouldn't have touched Oxford with a barge pole. Some cockmuncher would get up at the start of every meal and recite grace in Latin. No joke. That evil place scarred me for life. There was this story going round that they wanted to use our college hall for Harry Potter, but they turned them away because they had too many business conferences on. Capitalism factory. Ugh. |
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Post by Smileadelic on Apr 22, 2005 22:43:39 GMT
If they'd told me you have to wear a fucking gown to dinner every night I wouldn't have touched Oxford with a barge pole. Some cockmuncher would get up at the start of every meal and recite grace in Latin. No joke. That evil place scarred me for life. Hahaha! Serves you right for going to Oxford!  |
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Post by Monpot on Apr 23, 2005 1:54:28 GMT
Back in the day, my brother's missus' dad was offered a spot in Oxford. He refused becaus every night you had to leave your shoes outside your room to get then cleaned, Not really the done thing for a proper working-class Cardiff lad.
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Post by tafkac on Apr 24, 2005 15:39:47 GMT
Hahaha! Serves you right for going to Oxford! I didn't realise people who didn't have a private education, like rowing, or wear chinos and boat shoes are only accepted to manufacture acceptable looking statistics. My old college was recently in the papers because it was found guilty of having a racist employment policy. Par for the course. |
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Post by SCL on Apr 24, 2005 15:44:45 GMT
Urgh, I had a school song which I don't want to remember coz it'll become irreversibly lodged in my head. I also had a particularly tasteful boater, it provided a good education in how to talk your way out of a beating by the state school kids on the bus on the way home!
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Post by John Brainlove on Apr 24, 2005 16:37:58 GMT
School song?
Really?
Wow. We didn't have one.
I wonder why they didn't proposition Wolverhampton Uni as a possible venue for Potter - the "hall" is great. Lots of dirty glass and asbestos warnings on the gray, peeling walls. It's really scary. Maybe it could have been used for some horror scene, like moaning myrtle's bathroom or something.
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Post by Psyche on Apr 25, 2005 13:57:05 GMT
School song's?
Didn't have one - as far as I'm concerned all the schools I went to can burn.
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Post by bamos on Apr 25, 2005 13:59:23 GMT
Our school didn't have a song either. Although we did play 'Woo-Haa' by Busta Rhymes a lot in the Sixth Form. Unfortunately it never made it so the whole school would sing it. Cos that would have ruled.
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Post by Monpot on Apr 25, 2005 14:02:54 GMT
Our school encouraged some kind of gang warfare. We were all split off into different packs, given a colour, and forced to compete against each other.
I started off in the Red of Illtyd, but ended up in the Green of Dyfrig. I contributed Fuck and All to both. We once had to do this cross country thing to get points for your team. Me and my mates took so long that by the time we finished the course everyone had packed up and gone away, no points from us then...
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Post by Psyche on Apr 25, 2005 14:02:55 GMT
;D When I was in Primary School we used to have what was known as "wet lunch" which meant it rained and the kids where cooped up inside and left to their own devices.
The only thing we had to amuse ourselves was a tape machine and a copy of THE BIRDY SONG.
So we used to play it at full volume, dance around on the tables etc and the headteacher used to come crashing through the door and tell us to shut up, get down off the tables, put the rulers down etc.
He was a bigoted bible bashing hypocrite who was too stupid to do something about the noise by taking the machine and tape with him...so as soon as he'd gone....
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Post by bamos on Apr 25, 2005 14:16:25 GMT
Our school encouraged some kind of gang warfare. We were all split off into different packs, given a colour, and forced to compete against each other. I started off in the Red of Illtyd, but ended up in the Green of Dyfrig. I contributed Fuck and All to both. We once had to do this cross country thing to get points for your team. Me and my mates took so long that by the time we finished the course everyone had packed up and gone away, no points from us then... Our Junior school did this, I thought they all did? We had four groups, bizarrely Squirrels (Red - ok, I suppose), Badgers (Green, obviously), Otters (blue - water innit?) and Kestrels (yellow). We had to compete against each other in these groups during Sports Day. I loved it. 'Take that you badger scum!' sayeth I as I streak to vicotry in the sack race. 'Begone, foul Otter!' as I tear into the runner-up spot in the potato race. Ace. |
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Post by Monpot on Apr 25, 2005 14:22:48 GMT
Yeh I suppose all schools do, but being a Welsh language school we also had the extra battle-arenas of Poetry and Folk Dancing.
All our gangs were named after Welsh saints. Rock!
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Post by bamos on Apr 25, 2005 14:28:25 GMT
That's gotta be tense event, the Junior School Folk dancing comp. Did you wear that fetching apron?! And poetry? Who judges these things?! I wish I'd have been a Welsh child...
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