year 7’s get wetter and wetter every year and they cry over boys thinking they love them when in reality they weren’t even on a serious ting.
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year 8’s think they are cool because they ain’t the youngest no more and go a beef the year7’s.
year 9’s fucking hell they act older than their age with all their hall parties, usually in year9 people start to get serious relationships and loose their virginity.
Year10’s start to know to mind their on business but they won’t take shit from younger years.
Year11 is when clicks start forming, they always push in front of everyone at break and Lunch.
Man1. Do you know anyone in St James Catholic High School?
Man2. Yeah I know some year9’s they are fuckingloud
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)