The day started with an emergency staff meeting. Apparently, two gangs had a bit of a fight the day before at lunchtime on the staff car-park, and they ended up with a broken nose and a broken windscreen. Although I don't know if the two were in that order or even related. The gangs in question are called the Emos and the Chavs. Emos, I am told, wear their hair long and are middle-class, sensitive types. Chavs, aka the Townies, wear Argos jewellery and Nike tracksuits, and not particularly the eloquent and poetic type. For more info, I would recommend http://www.urbandictionary.com, which explains it all a lot better. Although I'm not sure I understand it all.
Anyway. Rumor went round the school that the Chavs were planning to bring in a knife on that day. Which sounds really dramatic, but the Headteacher went on to explain that "the knife was intended not to attack someone, but to cut an Emo's hair". For the example.
I know. I burst out laughing at that point but no one else in the staff room seemed to find it funny or absurd. So I quickly regained composure. Apparently, cutting someone's hair with a knife qualifies as assault, so the police were brought in all day, just so kids would see the fluorescent jumpers and get a bit scared. I'm not sure it worked. All I heard all day in the corridors was the existential question, "Are you an Emo or a Chav?"
There. It's all about priorities. Maybe I should have asked that question in French to my class in the afternoon, it might have sparked a little interest...


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