A brief article on the nonsense of sixth forms

So this year I discovered my school would not be spending money on brand new laser quest games, nor would they be blowing the cash on a spanking new rodeo machine....they were in fact spending this astranomical sum on guess what?

Sixth form.

Thats just great..... is it?

Earlier in the year i found myself in a distinctly boring lesson, about sixth forms funnily enough, and I was apparently taking part in a discussion about sixth forms. Lets be honest....i wasnt listening, i was too busy drooling and gazing out of the window at a funny little blue bird. I was jolted out of my daydream by my tutor's scratchy pen jotting a detention in my homework diary, (a stern man with the grand canyon for a haircut.) I was slightly miffed to say the least. I mean, i dont even understand sixth forms! All i knew was.....well......what i knew was, well what I knew was nothing. Somebody could have convinced me there and then that sixth form was an evil terrorist group from Catford. Albeit this subject made me curious, I wanted to know so much, as to boost my overwhelming knowledge....actually i just wanted to boast to my tutor and try to convince him to retract - in my eyes- my undeserved detention.

I donned my notepad and quill and headed straight for the year 11 kids. After much questioning the gangly teens were no wiser than i was. It was like getting blood out of a stone. After much pestering I found one teen who seemed to have a rough idea, by all accounts ''It's an extra place after school to pick up extra stuff.'' Sounds good.

I Have now decided to head for the library....apprently the intellectuals hang out there. After a head count the grand total was six. I went straight for the guy with the glasses. Wrong decision. By all accounts he spoke to no-one but himself, and his imaginary friend....Geff. My hopes were then lifted when i got talking to a kid with black hair. Cant remember his name began with a 'Z' maybe a 'Q'. But anyway after explaining the entire concept of my devlish scheme.... he laughed. I then took down his pathetic answer with glee. ''Sixth form....erm....aint that when you stay on at school and learn more stuff''. I then went to leave the library, knocked over some books, and ran.

It seemed nobody had decyphered the anomaly of sixth forms, and as I strolled home that evening I felt like I had lost. But then it occured to me....Had I lost? I mean, if sixth forms really are this complicated and incredibly boring to understand, what's the big fuss all about? And why aren't sixth forms just being explained?