Sixth Form Christmas Ball

The event of the sixth form calendar proved to be quite the anti climax. Not being at Sixth Form last Christmas this was my first and I can’t say I was overly looking forward to it- the build seemed a bit of a fuss over nothing; teenagers over excited at the idea of drinking at school in the presence of teachers appeared as being pretty ghastly in all honesty. However, as the ball drew near I managed to let myself get sucked in- I helped my friend paint the decorations for the hall when waiting for a lift after the gym and got involved in the sorting the guestlist for the afterparty. Friday was the best though because the whole sixth form brought the decorations to the hall and put them all up. I’ll admit, seeing everyone engrossed in putting lights on the trees made me smile. Following collecting our tickets, 5 of us went to Morrisons to buy provisions for the afterparty: shopping list:

• multipack of value bacon
• 2 loaves of bread
• oven chips
• sausage rolls
• 4 bottles of wine
• 3 ready made cocktails
• 2 crates of beer
• bottle of baileys
• bottle mickey finns sour apple
• 20 b&h

I got dropped off at home to beautify during the afternoon and went to get ready at the collecting point for the girls which was a giggle. I started drinking at 6, everyone was beautiful and merry, we were having such a lovely time I felt the need to Twitter it, how embarrassing. I was definitely excited for the night ahead. We arrived at school in three cars at about 8 and all went for the first sitting of dinner which was.. unremarkable really. The whole thing was slightly surreal with everyone in formal dress in the school canteen. After that things swung downhill pretty rapidly, I put on a good face but inside I was dying for hearing two songs from Grease, the Macarena, Hokey-Kokey, and Oops Upside Your Head all before 9:30. Between intermittent sneaky cigarette breaks I was gritting my teeth and counting the hours until 1 when our taxi came to whisk us away to the house party.

I changed in the car, drunk enough not to care that I didn’t really know the boy next to me- not well enough to be getting naked in front of at any rate. We all raved on through the night yet pleasantly causing minimal damage and the noise was contained by impressive double glazing so the hostess was at ease and the police didn’t make an appearance. Rape allegations and threesome suggestions were dealt with smoothly and punches were soon forgotten. Drinking, dancing and a lot of lads in boxers are my main memories of the night. I caught 2 hours sleep and a crooked back before going home to get myself ready for and 8 hour shift.