Talk:North Lake, Western Australia

Very nice edit guys. Looks great, but I'll improve it over the next few days - Tarkyn 24 14:09, 25 May 2007 (UTC)

Wow... somehow I never expected to find North Lake on Wikipedia. It makes me giggle, but also makes my brain hurt at the thought of just how much stuff must actually be ON here, if that place is. XD

Though, I especially laughed at the "education" part... I'm guessing then that my couple of years at North Lake Senior Campus ( http://www.northlake.wa.edu.au/ ) was in my imagination. And that my imagination therefore despises me and anyone else who sets foot in there; is sadistic with a penchant for Chinese Water Torture and other ridiculously long-winded forms of pain infliction; ...and should probably be fed with a nice hearty meal of colour and creativity, and instructed in no uncertain terms that emos are annoying and no-one reads those disgustingly saccharine Dickens-style sadfests anymore. Unless you count the Twilight fanfiction I'm sure is out there yet from which my every fibre recoils in abject horror and revulsion.

In fact, the alarmingly uneducated (and horrendously permed) miniature Nazi running the physics department could only have been concocted by a council of the most horrific imaginations in all history, but I'm fairly sure I could track down at least a few years' worth of students (provided they proved to be real themselves) who could attest that indeed, Eva Braun lived on, and mated with a Smurf, and their unholy offspring not only was all too real, but it tried to teach us science though more often than not it had to be corrected by one or another of us. Which could just be a new-fangled way of making sure we learned and absorbed all those equations and Newtons, but somehow I'm less sure about that aspect than I am about the "dear" old Little Miss *****. (Side note to a side note on a rambling paragraph of nothing: It was so damned hard not to write her name there just to see how many people over the years might respond with recognition and hopefully follow up with a detailed account of her grisly death carried away in the jaws of a rabid Cocker Spaniel... But I'm assuming that would just be going altogether too far. Even for the likes of Midget Miss Hitler.)

Not that it's all bad, of course... The Calculus teachers were a lot of fun and had no problem with students arriving to class through the windows should they feel the urge, and the Chemistry teacher was a darling with a far-away gleam in his eye like maybe, just maybe, we hadn't yet broken him. There were some delightful trees around the edge of the grounds under which to sit and light small bonfires for smores (which we all apparently discovered we failed miserably at making, but made them and ate them anyway, occasionally resulting in some fantastically nasty mouth blisters from flaming marshmallows - which could however come in handy for the next Human Biol lesson... much to the dismay of the pouting victims of hot goo, twenty pairs of tweezers, and much derisive cackling). And in the interest of equality, open-mindedness, fairness, female empowerment and really, really cheap (and quite often live) softcore porn, the "local" population of goth lesbians was always actively involved in Human Biology, Drama, Photography and Media Studies, whether enrolled in those courses or not. The Media teacher was in fact kinda hot and let us all hijack the various class TVs during lunch breaks, coffee breaks, and a few skipped classes to make a mass attempt at watching a multi-screen Neon Genesis Evangelion marathon - all episodes at once. We got away with swearing and brawling on the school radio even though we had to sign contracts to say we wouldn't, because it got the students to stay on the school grounds a bit more while they listened for the sound of someone giving someone else a black eye. And to top it off, there was a fast food place of some description, and a large shopping centre that seemed to sell nothing but overstuffed fringed cushions in every shade of bile green you can imagine, plastic handcuffs with no keys, sparkly wigs, condoms of all shapes, sizes, textures and flavours, black nailpolish and those bunny ear headbands, and a physics-defying video rental store whose larger-than-the-outside interior was lined - then double-parked, then buried - with teetering towers of anime videos even the Japanese themselves never heard of... and a surprisingly large liquor store with "students'" prices... all directly across the road from the school like a line of sparkly fishing lures, only for angst-ridden kids with band shirts and dreads rather than trout.

Admittedly, this all undoubtedly is useless for Wikipedia's knowledge repository and could possibly be grounds for a sudden stealth attack on my ankles from an obnoxious chibi of a "teacher". But hey, it's North Lake Senior Campus. It definitely exists, despite seeming to have escaped detection on the Wikipedia page... or least I'm still pretty damn sure it wasn't my imagination and hope like Hell I'm not weird enough to make it up. It was wonderful and horrible all rolled into one, and it's worth a note on the page if only for the fact that people used to travel for up to three hours on the bus to get there, more for the gritty, semi-wilderness type social structures and to have a place to spend the day that wasn't their home. It's where you go if you don't fit in all that well anywhere else, and either still want to study, or still want to claim the Student Allowance. It's where they send you if you're a fifteen-year-old pregnant meth addict, or an eighty-six year old grandmother who suddenly develops a need to learn Chemistry, or just a normal mature-age student trying to reclaim or redirect your life. It's hope for the people who've given up or been given up on by others, a place where the "normal" are the minority and each person seems to stand out in their own way and yet don't get their heads kicked in for being "weird". It's a place where friendship and enmity are sometimes a little hard to tell apart but it's all somehow fun anyway, and yet where freedom of expression ("yes, sure, you can throw a chair off a balcony and call it art") is nurtured alongside a strangely strict attendance policy ("we don't care what you do when you're here, so long as you stick your head into at least 90% of your classes and try not to actually smell like weed or bourbon"), and where the cafeteria ladies would make your coffee just how you like it, in your own special mug if you want, and slip you a free jam doughnut and a warm smile if you look particularly underfed, the librarians will gladly share a story, a dirty joke, or a creepy YouTube video with the nerds, and the staff (well, most of them. Mini Hitler doesn't count) will not only hug a crying student but will also call them a douchebag if they take the self-pity too far.

Yep, NLSC definitely deserves some kind of mention even if it's nothing more that "Oh, and there's one other school... but that one's a little scary."

And now I'm done with my rant, and apologise for taking up more space on the Talk page than the actual article being discussed. Feel free to send my brainless rambles to the realms of the WikiHistory and make fun of my single remaining braincell. But add NLSC to that education bit or something. I'd do it but as you can see, I'm an unregistered idiot who takes a lot of space to make absolutely no sense, so I leave the final say to you guys, who can probably actually be trusted with it. ^_^ —Preceding unsigned comment added by 58.7.79.28 (talk) 08:33, 31 December 2008 (UTC)