My final year in compulsory education officially finished last week. I'd love to write that it was "fantastic" and "everything we all hoped for", but reflecting on the night of The Prom (yes, The Prom) I'm sorry to say that it was nothing if not a dissapointment.

To be fair, what did i expect? A civilised event wher epeople actually socialise and have a laugh with each other, regardless of the events of the last five years? I don't think so. All three hundred students that make up our Year 11, (not mention the fact we're split into sides, so i didn't realise i either don't know or don't like at least half of them)in one room. I shouldn't have expected more than i got, most of us drunk, stoned or both and the remainder were either out there getting drunk and stoned or actually being good and trying to enjoy the occassion.

I fit into both of the latter categories. I attended with the intention of staying completely %100 sober, and left with a half bottle of vodka working it's way through my system. To top it all off i came back after to find my "other half" slumped over a table not saying a word. Rumors, don't you love 'em?

Disregarding all that, theres only so much "Hey, you look great!" you can do in one night...

So, The Prom didn't live up to all that was said and planned but in the end I probably should have learned by now not to expect so much of people incase they let you down. Which, in my experience, they often do...