The police were roaming the school where I work in their masses but sadly it wasn't to take away some of the more hideously behaved kids but to deliver some workshops on prison life and crime.
At first, the students were all excited by the prospect of an insight into the glamorous life that is crime. Rubbing their hands in sadistic anticipation, they were boating to eachother how they'd get away with being on drugs and how they would be able to handle prison life, forgetting that being hard in a schoolyard is a lesser task than being hard in prison.
I was sadlled with a small group through the day and we went round tough talking prison officers warning us off prison life and drugs, and some of the stuff was really eye opening. Thankfully it had this effect on the pupils too as they finished the day saying "I'm never going to end up like that" and "I'm never touching drugs, there's no way I'm going to prison"
Heart warming to see that the workshops got the message through and if it stops just one teenager going off the rails then it was well worth the funding.
There was, however, a coastguard who took things a bit far. The beach sounded more dangerous to prison and an example of his advice was:
"If you insist on walking on the sand, ensure you wear footwear in case there are critters, jellyfish or unexploded world war two bombs under the sand"
Because I can really imagine a flip flop saving me from a catastrophic explosion!!
Even better news however is the fact it is now end of term and six weeks of freedom now beckon.
Absolute bliss!
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