WELL! I must create this random blog to rant about how no-one from my school wants this new Headteacher and would must prefer the ever-so-lovable Mrs. Christine Probin. No, I’m not biased because of our name-like, but she’ll rock the school, despite her age, and no, she’s not old at all, she’s got experience printed all over her…AND her passion for colourful blazers… AND musical instruments… ohmygulay, AND those assemlys which KS4 doesn’t get tired of, e.g. the time when she spoke how a stereotypical Chav is supposed to speak, then, she did an awesome attempt of a G-Walk, with her red blazer.
This new Headteacher is apparently making us;
wear skirts to our ankles
wear white socks - and even though that doesn’t sound as bad, it really is
separating the forms, leaving us with no friends. Actually, ‘no’ friends meaning no best friends.
changing GCSEs!!! YOU CAN’T DO THAT. She might take Latin away from me. NO. You can’t do that.