Jetting Educated

Even though Summer School only finished last week, I met up with some of 'The Gang' for a Brixton reunion. Inevitably there was talk of the fun we had, funny impressions of certain children, and a bit of drinking, culminating in several of us putting Summer School uniform on at Silja's house and dancing around a passed out friend of ours. A clear case of summer school withdrawal, with the only remedy being to reminisce further: Token Abberley shot, from the top of the clock tower.  Oh yeah, there's a 161ft clock tower in the school, big whoop. As well as the memorable things the students do at camp, there's also the stories they tell of home or the things that they say. "My uncle owns a large part of the Amstel beer company" (You don't say?) "I am number 3 tennis player for my age in my country" (Reeeeally? I am sceptical) "I am not allowed to eat chicken because it will turn me into a woman faster" (WTF?)

"You have to see it to believe it" or "You had to be there" People often say this it does remain true: If you've not done it, it is hard to accurately imagine what it is like. What goes on the McDonalds' kitchens or  within the Argos warehouse? Well my sister says that the kitchens gave her burns from hot fat, and I'll tell you that the Argos warehouse is very well organised and dusty- but not exciting. Experiencing it kills the mystery, and in those cases the mystery is the only interesting part.  I knew little about the summer school before I began. When I was there I got involved with so much: outings, sports, cookery, crafts, mealtimes, experiments, boarding houses, and other fun activities. The enjoyment can only be realised if you're there; once you get acquainted with the summer school life that you can appreciate how brilliant it is. As ever, me going on about how much I liked it is not terribly interesting. What would be