While researching the tomes of a time long passed, I came across a peculiar passage. After being sidetracked for a brief time by doodles instructing me to go to different pages, only to be greeted by various foreign incantations of “smash”, I found what I was looking for. There, squarely placed in the middle of the page was a spell, a spell to make myself invisible (much like the students' voice in the body politik of the school) - I quickly jotted it down in the planner which I have on my person at all times. I am unable to learn without it.
giant lego building new school building I took a breath, before uttering those magic words -
“Reada Hampteadius Trashodas!” and in a puff of fruity language and narcissistic self-righteousness, I became invisible to the naked eye. I quickly ran inside, and in an act of blind anger ran up the stairs. On the first floor, I saw the trial that lay before me. Going down the stairs that I had just ascended on. A group of confused year sevens were turned away. I was still invisible. Waiting for the constant chirping of the lesser years to die down to a slightly more tolerable level, I took another breath, and in act of defiance that I’m sure did away with one of the fundamental laws of thermodynamics or some other science mumbo jumbo, I went down the staircase. However, as I ran down, I was suddenly stopped. An invisible force had stopped me in my tracks. The spell was destroyed at this revelation, and I was exposed for all to see. After the SLuTs found me, I was ushered away in a flurry of walkie-talkie talk too brown nosed to have anything like a meaning to anyone not fluent in the tones and talk of condescension.