How was your last day of school?

freshpopcorn

Now, I know things are different this year.
My last day of primary school was a great day. It sort of the end of something good and whilst looking forward to the next chapter and growing up.
We signed shirts and generally there was a good vibe around the school and people were looking forward to the holidays. It was a boys school and there was no tears and hugs,etc.
There was terrible thunder and lightning that evening and we met up in town for chips,pizza.

Whilst with secondary school I basically stopped going at the end of April apart from the odd day in May. Lots did this also. We got a text on about the 11th of May to say we were finished for the year. I don’t think they wanted trouble. Did my exams and was done with the place.

How was your last day of school?

ILoveYourVibes

I don't actually remember!

Obvious Desperate Breakfasts

Veronica Guerin was murdered on the day I finished primary school.

ILoveYourVibes

I finished a course just two months ago ..i can't even remember the last day of that!

jester77

The only thing I remember from my last day of primary school was going into the principals office and asking for the return of my previously confiscated spud gun.

EmmetSpiceland

My year was “politely” asked not to come back 2 weeks before the end of term.

JohnnyFlash

EmmetSpiceland wrote: »

My year was “politely” asked not to come back 2 weeks before the end of term.

Was there a minor scandal involving a soggy biscuit?

r93kaey5p2izun

I remember it was unbelievably hot and sunny on the day I finished primary. Everyone was hugging and signing shirts etc. I remember rushing out the gate and walking home as fast possible thinking ugh, I hate that sentimental crap!

I finished second level on my 18th birthday. I had changed schools fairly recently but made a few good acquaintances there but who were not really friends. We met up in the Bleeding Horse for a few drinks that evening to mark the finish of school, and I never saw any of them again after that.

The teachers had a party for us and our families and I was bawling by the time we were out the gates, certain I'd never make a functioning adult. Still not sure about that. I liked school.

Couldn't wait to get out of primary school.

EmmetSpiceland

JohnnyFlash wrote: »

Was there a minor scandal involving a soggy biscuit?

Haha, no. Nothing so seedy, J. If you’ll pardon the pun.

No, there were a number of, shall we say, “unruly”, pranks and some light rumpus followed.

Needless to say, the dean didn’t take to kindly to it and we were told to go home and not to come back until sitting the Leaving Cert.

TheValeyard

EmmetSpiceland wrote: »

Haha, no. Nothing so seedy, J. If you’ll pardon the pun.

No, there were a number of, shall we say, “unruly”, pranks and some light rumpus followed.

Needless to say, the dean didn’t take to kindly to it and we were told to go home and not to come back until sitting the Leaving Cert.

Light rumpus? Did this take place in 1878 or something?

billyhead

I can recall for secondary school bringing eggs in and pelting the teachers.

I Am Nobody

ILoveYourVibes wrote: »

I finished a course just two months ago ..i can't even remember the last day of that!

That doesn't surprise me at all for some reason.

Can barely remember it at all. I was just so glad to be getting out of it that if I had to guess I vaguely remember not going in for the last few days.

I Am Nobody

I Am Nobody wrote: »

That doesn't surprise me at all for some reason.

“So glad to be fini........oh look a bird!”

Ubbquittious

Uneventful. The weather was good which helped and I was glad to see the back of the place. There was talk of a reunion one time but there were too many quarrels between the ppl in my year so it was called off. Hate when I meet a teacher from back then and they start reminiscing and talking like we were all great friends then, simply wasn't the case and a good lot of them were making my life miserable with their backward oldschool ways

McGinniesta

I had a serious horn for my french teacher. I was probably daydreaming about riding her.

cj maxx

Ditched the uniform and wore civies as was the plan but the others chickened out or mammy said no.
Headmaster then expelled me , with a smile and called me a rebel. I was after finishing my last exam. He was only taking the piss and saying goodbye in his own way

take everything

I honestly can't remember my last day.
But i do remember the atmosphere in the last week or two.

A lot more relaxed, which felt a bit strange.
A lot of students staying at home.
Mixed with anxiety about exams.

buried

Much like 97% of my time within the system as a whole, I don't remember much of it either. Formulaic nonsense will have a tendency to do that.

Richard Hillman

My year (which was a very troublesome year) were told the day before our supposed last day to not turn up to the school or the Garda will be called.

I Am Nobody

I finished school in 1984,can't remember yesterday much less my last day of school.

Kylta

Primary school was glad to see the back of it
The CB were akin to the spanish inquisition.
Secondary school was like rehabilitation but I was glad to see the back of both of them.

razorblunt

Primary school? I just remember all the signed shirts and one fella saying "my Mam said not to get it signed" so naturally he was covered by lunchtime. I wrote my name and number like a football jersey on the back but it came through on the desk quite visibly. The teacher was cool about it though and said "don't worry that's another job for Tom (the caretaker) during the summer.

Secondary, was strange, you had the final day before the Leaving but the 6th years were always left out a week earlier than the rest of the school, then the final exam was Business I think so less than half of us sat that. We did have a Mass after that the final exam and we all went in town boozing on dodgy ids.

Church on Tuesday

I don't remember Primary school last day, we certainly where not going around signing shirts anyways.

As for Secondary, a mix of relief, it was the last day of some LC exam which I was badly performing in, then the realization I would imagine one gets when released from prison and when you momentarily don't know what to do with yourself.

Rick_

Primary school was the signed shirts and ripping the front pocket off other people's shirts for a joke. A few mothers weren't happy as they were hoping to reuse them for the first year of secondary school and save some cash!

Secondary school I just left one day and never went back. I was sick of the teachers, a lot of people in my year were w@nkers and I was regularly bullied and I just had enough and got up in the middle of a class and walked out and walked home and that was that. I don't really speak to anyone I knew in school, even the ones I was friendly with and that suits me just fine. Glad to be shot of them and Im much happier in life now.

seamus

I'd like to say I remember, but I really don't. I recall people handing around their confirmation booklets to be signed, but there was a lot of, "Oh well, so long, won't ever see you again". That's about it.

Secondary school, definitely don't remember the last school day. I barely even went in for the last month or so.
After the last exam, loads of people were finished-finished on that day, but lots had an exam at 2pm. My last exam was at 9am, I was home by 11. We were in the process of moving house and my parents had already moved to the new house, so I went back to the old, mostly empty house, got changed, a couple of mates came over and we did a few shots of vodka before heading into to town to meet everyone else in the pub in the afternoon.

The Tetrarch

I think it was the Leaving Cert Art exam.
For some stupid reason I put my name down for Art although we did not do Art.
That brain fart prolonged my school life by a day. Then I went home.
There were no graduations back then. I believe kindergarten children dress up in cloak and mortar boards now and graduate.

razorblunt

razorblunt wrote: »

Primary school? I just remember all the signed shirts and one fella saying "my Mam said not to get it signed" so naturally he was covered by lunchtime. I wrote my name and number like a football jersey on the back but it came through on the desk quite visibly. The teacher was cool about it though and said "don't worry that's another job for Tom (the caretaker) during the summer.

Secondary, was strange, you had the final day before the Leaving but the 6th years were always left out a week earlier than the rest of the school, then the final exam was Business I think so less than half of us sat that. We did have a Mass after that the final exam and we all went in town boozing on dodgy ids.

????

6 years in your secondary school. Why the need for dodgy ids? Surely 95% or thereabouts would have been at least 18 at that stage. Or did ye not have the foresight to get current id's? :P

seamus

Deleted User wrote: »

????

6 years in your secondary school. Why the need for dodgy ids? Surely 95% or thereabouts would have been at least 18 at that stage. Or did ye not have the foresight to get current id's? :P

razorblunt showing off his age - there was a time that most secondary school was 5 years. 4th year was optional and most schools didn't even offer it up until 1994.

freshpopcorn

PFMC84 wrote: »

Primary school was the signed shirts and ripping the front pocket off other people's shirts for a joke. A few mothers weren't happy as they were hoping to reuse them for the first year of secondary school and save some cash!

Ripping pockets of shirt was very popular when I was at school. When it was noticed somebody had a new shirt it would be everybody's goal to rip the pocket off!

landofthetree

I only really remember the last exam-Applied Maths.

I had about 5 days off before it. Didn't even bother to revise. Got a B2 in it.

Total contrast to third level. Literally did nothing till the last few weeks.

corner of hells

A friend of mine is a self employed electrician, his son is currently serving his apprenticeship with him.
On his last day of school two years ago , the son brought a couple screwdrivers and other tools to school and disconnected and removed a hand-dryer from the toilets.

The school contacted his father saying if he didn't refit a new hand-dryer , they'd call the Gardai and expell the son and not allow do his leaving cert in thier building.

Feisar

corner of hells wrote: »

A friend of mine is a self employed electrician, his son is currently serving his apprenticeship with him.
On his last day of school two years ago , the son brought a couple screwdrivers and other tools to school and disconnected and removed a hand-dryer from the toilets.

The school contacted his father saying if he didn't refit a new hand-dryer , they'd call the Gardai and expell the son and not allow do his leaving cert in thier building.

Lads in my school used to go around removing the starters from florescent lights.

sweet_trip

Primary school: We had a big water fight. Was good fun.


Secondary school: Just stopped going about a month before it finished up. I'd only come in for evening study.



I'll always remember walking out the doors of the school after my final leaving cert exam though. The feeling of "I'll never have to visit this horrible shíthole of a place ever again" was something else.


Absolutely hated every day of secondary school.

corner of hells

corner of hells wrote: »

A friend of mine is a self employed electrician, his son is currently serving his apprenticeship with him.
On his last day of school two years ago , the son brought a couple screwdrivers and other tools to school and disconnected and removed a hand-dryer from the toilets.

The school contacted his father saying if he didn't refit a new hand-dryer , they'd call the Gardai and expell the son and not allow do his leaving cert in thier building.

Proper order too..

Did he at least leave any exposed wires safe or cover them up :pac:

Lewis_Benson

I remember it weil.
Athlone Community College, 5th year, Feb 1998.
It was a wet Tuesday morning.
I went into school as normal that day, and was stopped by the then principal, Val O'Conner on the way in the door, as you were everyday.

He was like Hitler in the mornings, standing at the door, inspecting every student who entered the building.

His words were, "Mr Benson, if you don't cut your pony tail today, then don't bother coming back to school."

That was that.
Played my first gig in a pub on the Thursday night.

corner of hells

[Deleted User] wrote: »

Proper order too..

Did he at least leave any exposed wires safe or cover them up :pac:

Pulled the fuse from the spur and took it with him.
At least the little fcuker was safe.

I Am Nobody

Lewis_Benson wrote: »

I remember it weil.
Athlone Community College, 5th year, Feb 1998.
It was a wet Tuesday morning.
I went into school as normal that day, and was stopped by the then principal, Val O'Conner on the way in the door, as you were everyday.

He was like Hitler in the mornings, standing at the door, inspecting every student who entered the building.

His words were, "Mr Benson, if you don't cut your pony tail today, then don't bother coming back to school."

That was that.
Played my first gig in a pub on the Thursday night.

Rock on!

andekwarhola

I think we broke up a hoover in the hall and it was hot outside.

I understand that this is possibly the sh1ttest valedictory themed post ever.

Motivator

We had a retired guard who was a study supervisor, he was a total bollocks. Last day of school I nailed him with a huge water balloon, on the run without breaking stride, from about 50 yards away. I kept running and did the Alan Shearer celebration past the security cameras. The principal was so impressed he let me watch it back the following day when I went in to get my books and notes. It was a shot for the ages and I’m still proud of it 18 years later.

razorblunt

Deleted User wrote: »

????

6 years in your secondary school. Why the need for dodgy ids? Surely 95% or thereabouts would have been at least 18 at that stage. Or did ye not have the foresight to get current id's? :P

We didn’t do 4th year, the vast majority were 17, quick recall now and I think there 3 or 4 out of 28 who were 18.

Andrewf20

Finished in Joeys in Fairview in the late 90s. Had double English on that last Friday afternoon in late May. It was sunny walking out the gate at 4pm I remember. Was surreal to know it was the end of 6 years slog with the leaving cert 2 weeks away. It was a mix of sadness and fear of what was coming.

I miss secondary school now. Nostalgia and all that.

Greyfox

Don't remember as it was no big deal as you weren't finished for good, you just had a break before your exams and sure with exams you finished your exam at different times to everyone else so nobody around when I finished anyway

KevRossi

Can't remember primary school too well. Back in the 80's, rural, 2-teacher school. Teacher was a cranky middle aged woman so I don't think we did anything. We thought we'd always be bumping into each other, but we moved about 6 miles away that summer and I rarely if ever saw them again. I ended out going to a totally different secondary school to the rest of them.

Secondary school was an anti-climax. Half day in school the last day. Had Technical Drawing as a subject on the last day about a week after everyone else had finished. Myself and one of the other lads went for 2 pints in a local hotel, had my rucksack with me so went out on the road and hitched to Dublin. U2 played Croke Park that weekend. 1987.

I do remember the next morning driving around Dublin with the older brother of a friend; (we were staying in his gaff). He had a load of deliveries to do and quick repairs, so my job was to sit in the car and tell the traffic warden he'd be back in a minute - no clamping then, you got a ticket.

I remember everyone wwalking around in U2 stuff, loads of people up from the country and every radio station playing stuff from The Joshua Tree and The Unforgettable Fire non-stop. It was a warm day, windows down and being from the country the Dublin women, especially south side ones were a bit exotic. You'd rarely see a blonde those days.

When I hear some of the tracks from The Joshua Tree today, my memory always goes back to the feel good of that day, the excitement of going around Dublin and not having a clue where the rest of my life was going to end up. Great times.

bnt

I was (platonic) friends with a girl in the same year, who one of my friends had dated, or at least took to the final year dance (this was in a different country). So we’re both walking out the gate on our last day, and went back to her place near the school for lunch. Then she told me that she was pregnant, and the father was one of her teachers.

Now, they say girls of that age are more mature than boys, and I was the youngest in my year (or thereabouts), so this was a level of “adulting” for which I was not really prepared. Her parents came home while I was there, but it only occurred to me years later that she might have invited me over on purpose, and that there might be an elderly couple out there who believe I fathered their grandchild.

Aongus Von Bismarck

I remember my last day in school very well. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was the only person in the exam hall sitting Applied Mathematics - a subject I had decided to study myself at home. I left that exam knowing I had comfortably gained the points required to get access to the Business Studies and German programme in Trinity. I would be leaving the small town and small attitudes for the bright lights of Dublin.

Everyone else had finished their exams at least two days earlier, so the celebrations were slightly muted. I had to play an U21 club hurling match that evening, but headed into town later than night and got quite drunk.

talla10

My last was very underwhelming. Always hated school and always looked forward to leaving School forever.

So when I finished my exams, left the school took of uniform I remember thinking- what the fcuk am I going to do now? It didn't feel as I thought it would but still glad to be free of it!

corner of hells

Aongus Von Bismarck wrote: »

I remember my last day in school very well. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was the only person in the exam hall sitting Applied Mathematics - a subject I had decided to study myself at home. I left that exam knowing I had comfortably gained the points required to get access to the Business Studies and German programme in Trinity. I would be leaving the small town and small attitudes for the bright lights of Dublin.

Everyone else had finished their exams at least two days earlier, so the celebrations were slightly muted. I had to play an U21 club hurling match that evening, but headed into town later than night and got quite drunk.

I thought applied maths was always on Friday mornings.

freshpopcorn

corner of hells wrote: »

I thought applied maths was always on Friday mornings.

Maybe he meant to say he did his Leaving Cert Applied maths exam!