BSHS Prefects 1997

When we finally came back over the holidays we were never the same. Lost was our composure and dignity and we were rich in knowledge like - Phil's hair is detachable and Simon has different sized feet.

Term one was one of those action-packed times that you don't really deal with until it's all over. A few weeks into the year and we found ourselves down in Busselton, introducing ourselves to the Year Eights and helping with some ice-breaker games. It's my theory that a certain number of male prefects gained their 'idol' status around this time.

Our term one social was one big adventure for all and a really unique experience but it was quickly overshadowed by the end of the term by our school Ball. With copious amounts of glitter and the help of Mrs Bandera and the Ball Committee the Ball was a raging success, with everyone (particularly the prefects) looking just peachy keen.

The next term seemed to fly right by with school work, social lives and sitting in the prefect room. Monday meetings were a joy for me in winter because the prefect room has a little heater and so I could warm up and catch up on the best goss in the school (I used to live for it in case you didn't know) at the same time.

It was our combined school social with Australind in term three that really revealed the great extent of our organisation skills. Two schools, two lines, two bands (well actually that ended up being three) it was an amazing atmosphere of music, moshing and sheer happiness. Whether they were bouncing, banging or ... bopping, everyone on the dance floor was moving to the sounds of Supremacy, Regression (our two local legends) and Browser (thanks to Mr Wares). This social, in the words of my esteemed mentor 'went off' YAY!

Our year was pretty full of these things and Leaving jumpers, door knocks, and other less exciting but equally important duties. We would especially like to thank of course Rudd's who has been our faithful adviser, our YEO, our greatest idol, our pillar of strength, our mum, our dad, and the controller of every crisis great and small of this year.

We would also like to thank ... All of those teachers who have supported us, who went to our socials or let us sneak in late to every class. The lovely ladies in the office who faxed, photocopied and sometimes phoned for us, the intrepid Mr Muir our fearless Year coordinator and generally anyone else who has helped us through the year.

I guess in hindsight being a prefect wasn't all that bad, in fact, it was pretty great, one of those experiences that could irrevocably change a person. Being a prefect is a condition that you can't really understand unless you are one, and for me it has been unforgettable.

I will remember always Kane and Kristy our wonderful head boy and girl, Robyn and the amazing Jane and her elastic eyebrows, Gemma and Kelly, for their ability to look good in a blazer, Simon's brief words of wisdom, Phil's moments of realisation , Bev and her lunch, Rob and his faithful admirers, not forgetting Ewan best-buddy and arch rival.

'Prefect Notes' by Shanti Gangatharan from the 1997 edition of the Kingia magazine.