So there I was, the options evening had just finished. My mum and I had spent the last 45 minutes getting told shit like how important the English Bacleureat is and all manner of stuff we already knew.

I was talking to my friend Jack with his mum and a woman collapsed. Jacks mum worked in A&E back in the day and was off like a shot to help the poor woman. She was blocking the main entrance and people, cruelly, were just gawking about and I swear I heard a few people laughing...( SICK CUUNTS!!!!!!!)

So about 15 minutes later, a teacher comes along and says in the nicest possible way 'Oh Shit...' she went off to find the site manager to open up another gate to get us out.

In the mean time, half of the people at the evening had been flockd into a tiny lunch hall to talk to the heads of departments. (15 people against about 150 people! Nice one!)



So around 5 minutes later, the site manager bloke unlocks a couple of doors and gates to get us out. People didn't leave, apperently, for another minute or so as they were still gawking at the poor woman, where her daughter was looking at her mother on the floor and was crying. No-one comforted her except my friend who was going out with her.

The next day at school, I found out from Jack that she had an epilectic fit. Poor woman.

This proves that our school is a shitty un-organised lump of cretinous jelly that wobbles when anything goes wrong. I'm not even going to start on the people gawking and laughing at the woman who collapsed.

Coined_Panther