Snow Days 2003

Those of us from the Hurlstone “Class of ’88” will still recall the bitter disappointment we felt at being one of the only group of Year 11s (1987) to miss out on the infamous end-of-year ‘Snow Trip’. As was their wont in those days, teachers decided to strike/work-to-rule that year, so there was no trip, and no consolation prize.
Which explains why, 15 years later, I am a bitter, twisted wreck of a man.
If you’re reading this from my old class, and can remember those days still, here’s an idea: let’s go anyway. We’re all grown up now. We don’t need no stinkin’ permission slips. 16 years after tasting how cruel the world can be, let’s go back to the way it was meant to be. Maybe even hire a bus and leave from Glenfield.
Whaddaya say? Post a comment if you’re interested.