Can it be?
Heatwave? Yes? No? *sniffs air*
I will verify later.
The Next Day...
Yep. A heat wave. At last. I lay on the field by the astroturf with The Boyfriend, my face pressed into the slightly damp grass, contemplating the yellowness of the dandelions and listening to The Boyfriend's heart beat. Until the voices of little people roused me from my relaxed state:
Little sex-mad year 10's: Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. You're not allowed to do that at school... *to a teacher* They were getting up to some right hanky panky...*mumble mumble* blow job....*mumble mumble* ...look at her flushed face!
One Art teacher remarked at the start of the lesson, voice containing an audible "tint" of jealousy, that the sun renders everyone more daring...skirts hitched up revealing more thigh then normal, sleeves rolled up in a rock 'n' roll -esque way, shirts hanging out rebelliously, top button, (and indeed, two or three buttons) unbuttoned, showing more cleavage than the teachers want to see.
Further sun-madness was displayed later on in Art. Three boys went to empty a (huge) bin for the Art teacher, and returned without said bin. "We put it in the reclying bin. We thought you didn't want it anymore."
MORE madness - four reasonably intelligent males, all 16 years old, fascinated by the pleasure green leaves can bring.
One mad one: That's it...sniff the edge of the leaf...stick it right up your nose...doesn't it tickle?!?! *giggles girlishly*
Second mad one: Ooooh yeah. *sniffs leaf and jolts back in surprise*
Third mad one: Go on....give it a proper good SNORT!!!!
Fourth mad one: *snorts leaf for 3 whole minutes* It smells of dog wee!! Go on, miss, have a go!!!!
As the sane ones (i.e. knowledgeable teachers) say: "It's the silly season, kids!"
I will verify later.
The Next Day...
Yep. A heat wave. At last. I lay on the field by the astroturf with The Boyfriend, my face pressed into the slightly damp grass, contemplating the yellowness of the dandelions and listening to The Boyfriend's heart beat. Until the voices of little people roused me from my relaxed state:
Little sex-mad year 10's: Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. You're not allowed to do that at school... *to a teacher* They were getting up to some right hanky panky...*mumble mumble* blow job....*mumble mumble* ...look at her flushed face!
One Art teacher remarked at the start of the lesson, voice containing an audible "tint" of jealousy, that the sun renders everyone more daring...skirts hitched up revealing more thigh then normal, sleeves rolled up in a rock 'n' roll -esque way, shirts hanging out rebelliously, top button, (and indeed, two or three buttons) unbuttoned, showing more cleavage than the teachers want to see.
Further sun-madness was displayed later on in Art. Three boys went to empty a (huge) bin for the Art teacher, and returned without said bin. "We put it in the reclying bin. We thought you didn't want it anymore."
MORE madness - four reasonably intelligent males, all 16 years old, fascinated by the pleasure green leaves can bring.
One mad one: That's it...sniff the edge of the leaf...stick it right up your nose...doesn't it tickle?!?! *giggles girlishly*
Second mad one: Ooooh yeah. *sniffs leaf and jolts back in surprise*
Third mad one: Go on....give it a proper good SNORT!!!!
Fourth mad one: *snorts leaf for 3 whole minutes* It smells of dog wee!! Go on, miss, have a go!!!!
As the sane ones (i.e. knowledgeable teachers) say: "It's the silly season, kids!"
kiwiqueen - 3. May, 08:35