Woolwich

Short for Marist Sister's College, Woolwich. Most poor and unsuspecting kids and their parents are lured there by the religious ramblings of the principal who talks about the good disicpline and excellent location. 1. Discipline my ass. I'm not sure that 'discipline' is in the vocabulary of most of the teachers at that school. The rules change every three fucking seconds, I'm surprised that a member of staff dosen't jump out at you every morning and say "GUESS WHAT KIDS?! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR EARRINGS TODAY!" 2. Great location. Yeah, its fucking wonderful, I love having lunch underwater after heavy rain, its great having 'water views' from your classroom, the problem is that its probably a cascade of water coming from the over-flooding toilets or Lane Cove River has over flowed and flooded Jaricot buildings again. 90% of the kids that go there must have arthritis because of all the fucking stairs in that shit hole. The principal is too cheap to even thinking out making it any easier. I would prefer to hack off my own legs and feed them to hobos than go to that school. There is no paper, everyone is a lesbian, and most of them are whores. The uniform was picked out by a blind rat with no legs and then thrown up on. It sucks. When I see those front gates, I get nautious. DO DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING THERE, IT WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE.