Short for Marist Sister's College, Woolwich.
Most poor and unsuspecting kids and their parents are lured there by the religious ramblings of the principal who talks about the good disicpline and excellent location.
1. Discipline my ass. I'm not sure that 'discipline' is in the vocabulary of most of the teachers at that
school. The rules change every three
fucking seconds, I'm surprised that a member of staff dosen't jump out at you every morning and say "GUESS WHAT KIDS?! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR EARRINGS TODAY!"
2. Great location. Yeah, its
fucking wonderful, I love having lunch underwater after heavy rain, its great having '
water views' from your classroom, the problem is that its probably a cascade of
water coming from the over-flooding toilets or Lane Cove River has over flowed and flooded Jaricot buildings again. 90% of the kids that go there must have arthritis because of all the
fucking stairs in that shit hole. The principal is too cheap to even thinking out making it any easier.
I would prefer to hack off my own legs and feed them to hobos than go to that
school. There is no paper, everyone is a lesbian, and most of them are whores. The uniform was picked out by a blind
rat with no legs and then thrown up on. It sucks. When I see those front gates, I get nautious. DO DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING THERE, IT
WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE.
Teacher: Well kids, you're going to have to write your assingment on your arms today, because it looks like we've run out of paper again.
Student: Miss, have we even HAD paper this year?
*Meanwhile the principal is in her office, counting her
money*
Teacher: Give me that headband, you shouldn'
t be wearing one like that.
Student: But Miss, we were allowed to before.
Teacher: Well, that was YESTERDAY, the rules changed as of four seconds ago, now go to detention.
Student: Oh, looks like we're going to have to sit somewhere else for lunch, where we usually sit is flooded again.
Student: My skirt is two inches long, is that too short? Can you see my
thong?
Other student: No, thats a great length, and I love your
thong, the hot
pink really compliments the
blue of your kilt.
Principal: Welcome to
hell, I mean, Woolwich.