After recovering from an interschool dance between my school and my brother school last Wednesday night (resembling more of an underground night club than a supposedly timid U18s school event), my school held what they call the annual "Walkathon" on Friday. Why is it in inverted commas you may ask? Well, that's because the oldest grade in the school, Year 12, my year, did not do any walking at all as we were in charge of providing food and entertainment for the younger cohorts. I look forward to this day every year. In the past, I was the one buying and spending money at the Walkathon- it's usually a special six hours where I can lounge around with friends, buy weird and wonderful delicacies as well as browse many of the wares and services that were on offer. And when I got bored, I would saunter over onto the nearby beach to get some sand between my toes and sea water on my skin. 

This year was different. Me and four other friends were behind a temporary stencil tattoo stand. At the beginning of the day, I was half hoping that business would be so bad that the stall would close so I could spend my day on the beach. However, this hope was futile. So many people came to get a temporary tatt that my group was there for the whole day. I feel like whining about my lost opportunity to browse the other stalls and get some sand on myself, yet at the same time I'm pretty content that the tattoo stand was such a big hit. Trying to work with my best friend and some other good friends was quite a laugh as well; we essentially talked and talked and talked for the whole day while sticking on stencils, dabbing ink and ripping off stencils.