There’s a deathly silence in the room as the entire of 6th year form in the assembly hall for another point lecture. A talk of our ‘inappropriate conduct’ during our free classes, or as our principle would prefer to call them Non-Contact Periods.
The chairs are laid out in 3 columns with about 5 rows in each column. They were focused towards the window where the principle would stand. It is like they copied the layout of an opera theatre and we had seats for most boring show on earth.
Almost every single person would try his or her best to not be in the front row, the trick is to sit around the middle in the column, if you went straight to the back row the vice-principle would pick them out and move them to the front simply to spite them. The vice-principle is an odd woman, with her short stature, a pear-like figure and withering hair. She talks with a surly tone in her voice, whenever saying things that were abbreviated into letters (ICT and GCSE are the best examples) she would over state them with her mouth movement, close to how a cobra dislocates its jaw to consume its pray. She seems like the usual English speaking citizen of the western world talking to a foreign person, talk louder and emphasize each part of the word because surely that works. She would point you out and show to the better seats.
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I can’t help but feel tramped during an assembly, sitting in a cold and slender blue chair. My peers are on either side of me with mere inches between us, I insure I’m sitting with at least one friend to allow me to make conversation and general entertainment while the principle does his spiel. I don’t know why but everyone’s breathing seems somehow more dramatic, each inhale is like a black hole sucking up planets and an exhale sounds like a faulty hair dyer from the 1920’s. Each movement seems more erratic in these silences too. In an assembly I’m forced to wear my blazer, a feature of the school uniform I do not usually sport. I fidget in my chair to get comfortable with the constricting rough black material wraps around my upper body. We sit and wait for the assembly to begin as our teachers tell us to quieten.
Finally the principle enters; I’d presume this is some kind of tactic he employs to make us feel intimidated. He arrives late to give the impression that he is a very busy man and that he’s taking time out of his day to address this important matter. Our principles build screams sportsman, Gaelic to be precise, he use to bring it up almost every assembly had and it would be directed towards a friend who played it.
We start off by saying the school prayer, I’ve found from past experience they try blow your head up with their mind if you don’t join in, at least that’s what I’ve gathered from how they look at me. I refuse to partake in the pray so I find that bowing your head and simple mumbling to the rhythm of it all works out. We then all stare up at the principle you begin his talk. He seems like overall psycho whenever it comes to speeches about our behaviour. In the most recent lecture he uses quite violent phrases. “I will load the gun for you if you want to shoot yourself in the foot,” this was in relation to people not working and messing around. I know its not shooting ourselves in the head but a self-inflicted gunshot wound is still pretty rough. He goes to state “Don’t think I’ll hesitate to drop an axe on you” and “I will drop you from a great height.” Now these were in relation to kicking people out of school for not working. Why he chooses these phrases I do not know. Could be to scare us but all I know for sure that they make him seem a tad weird.
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