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The number of posts on the blog has dropped alarmingly. Shame on us.

I don't really have anything to say, so instead, here are some photos taken on the last day of school that I just received from a friend:

The orangey cast of my hair isn't the result of wonky lighting. It was caused by someone attacking me with coloured hairspray.















A bunch of us after taking over the staff room, gratis coffee triumphantly in hand (the vending machines there spit out beverages for free, which I thought was neat).
















Wrapping the high school principal up in toilet paper...















... and carrying him down the stairs.
















Before you jump to any conclusions, no, my school is not populated by skinheads. We were meant to dress up as prisoners, hence the signs

"Vienna State Penitentiary, IB Candidate Prisoner Number 114-***"

that you can see taped to most seniors' clothing. As you can also see, most of us failed to make the effort. Luckily, the two guys above decided to actually go through with it, because without them, the day would have been really boring.

Finally, my math teacher, dumped onto another teacher's desk, much to our amusement, and that of the seventh graders who were having class then.















Jason