"Muckup Day" - that frankly odd mixture of ceremony and spite which first appeared in schools about 25 years ago and has been flourishing ever since- is now politically incorrect. Not just the obvious and understandably frowned -upon components- damage to school property with eggs and flour, publishing the Year 12 "Hit List" of the most despised staff and students - but the relatively innocuous water pistols (threatening behaviour) and the exchange of boys' and girls' uniforms (apparently cross-dressing can offend an unspecified and one can only assume hitherto silent minority).
At least I won't get her uniform back ripped at every seam from some 6 foot tall hairy male wearing it for the day.Or covered in obscene graffiti.
The PC revolution continued with the official briefings for Schoolies.
With Number One Son's class it was a paramedic and a council officer and some sensible damage limitation advice -how to put your mate in the coma position , which chemists dispense the morning after pill, where to go to rest,to rehydrate or just to feel safe if it was all too much. (I know these tents will still be there down at Victor because my church helps run one).
This year it was a policeman who looked and acted as if he hated all teenagers (OK certain sympathy there) and a knit- your- own -yoghurt -and have -it-with-brown-rice Welfare worker.
The entire message was don't get drunk and don't have sex. Yes,well- but apparently if they admit the possibility let alone give any advice about it they could be seen to be condoning it- even encouraging it- and of course that makes them (gasp) potentially LIABLE (the real boogie-man).
So abstinence and orange juice all round, chaps and chapesses.(or lads and ladettes).
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