There is nothing more to the cheers and calls of “Full Day!” than the very thought of lazing around at home early in the morning with no soporific lessons, castigating teachers and omnipresent assignments to complete. Haha, it’s full day today, we’d smugly tell our friends in other schools and our chagrined parents.
Half day? Sure, why not! From school, we load onto any incoming buses (much to the dismay of disgruntled passengers trying to nap) and head off to PP, where groups of smiley Victorians, grinning at their good fortune, take up seats in every eatery from PastaMania to Macs to the food court (everywhere else is taken!).
Full Day is definitely something to celebrate about, and it’s a Victorian tradition steeped in our legacy. Well, sort of.
Hang on. Has the school management created a compromise? What is this SWAT (Student Welfare something) concept of coming to school later on Mondays at 8.40am instead of the usual 7.40am? Could this be a little victory on the side of Mr Chan, the teachers and the canteen stall-holders whose food had been cooked when a spontaneous Full Day is declared? Might there be no more Full Days, only 1-Hour Days? You decide. (: