tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104479.post5117623008673303821..comments2023-05-27T23:20:32.194+10:00Comments on Marco's Blog: You were allowed to go to Schoolies weren't you?Marco Parigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00702055111711651319noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104479.post-40742787440311159732007-11-10T09:13:00.000+10:002007-11-10T09:13:00.000+10:00I am coming to the conclusion that it isn't the "r...I am coming to the conclusion that it isn't the "risk" associated with schoolies that gives me nightmares when thinking about my children ending up there (in turn), but the sheep/herd mentality of getting sucked into doing things that would make no logical sense except that masses of othr people are doing it. I would feel much better about my children doing the type of crazy/adventurous things(that I used to do) away from crowds and peer pressure.Marco Parigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00702055111711651319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104479.post-49159308361344678252007-11-09T10:02:00.000+10:002007-11-09T10:02:00.000+10:00There was certainly schoolies week when I finished...There was certainly schoolies week when I finished high school (ten years ago, *sigh*). That was when the girls in my class all went to the coast and got identical tattoos of dolphins jumping over their belly buttons. I think one of the girls came back pregnant to some random.<BR/>I, however, was too busy rehearsing for auditions to get into university and getting ready to leave home forever. And working at the truck stop for $7/hour.<BR/><BR/>These days, with the higher degree of organisation (I hear they're building fences around the designated 'schoolies' areas).emmajeanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01082900144348782029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104479.post-53291644243318458892007-11-08T18:47:00.000+10:002007-11-08T18:47:00.000+10:00I don't really remember doing anything during scho...I don't really remember doing anything during schoolies' week. <BR/><BR/>And no, not in the sense that "I got so wasted I don't remember what I did". I probably played D&D with Eldridge or something.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05203948349102824828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104479.post-53832243680419528992007-11-06T17:02:00.000+10:002007-11-06T17:02:00.000+10:00There was no formal schoolies. I'm sure "some peo...There was no formal schoolies. I'm sure "some people" (read Dr Clam) went and did irresponsible things, but there was no organised mass plan to do soJennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12909466417710679436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104479.post-86378338065713265252007-11-06T14:40:00.000+10:002007-11-06T14:40:00.000+10:00Immediately after school, I recall stealing some s...Immediately after school, I recall stealing some salt and pepper shakers and then going off and sneaking into the derelict Winter Garden theatre and climbing up a rickety ladder in pitch darkness with about a dozen other people. Shortly afterwards, it was off to Hawaii, Denmark, Thailand, etc., where I recall behaving in a thoroughly responsible fashion at all times. I don't think I had even heard of 'Schoolies Week'. <BR/>Gosh, I do hope there is no karmic justice in the universe, Marco...Dr Clamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14985493422534275997noreply@blogger.com