@^ @t4@f02@cABITUR-PARTY'92... @f00@t5 Ooops, it is the unshaved Mr.RokDaZone again. Eeh, I think this is going to be my very worst article, but I do not give a damn! Well, you have to see that I suffer from a very utter, ugly and horrible hangover... and this leads me over to my topic for this one here: >>> ABITUR 1992 <<<. "Hey, where is the linkage between a hangover and the final school-exam in Germany???" You may say now. Just wait and see... I am a student of the "FACHGYMNASIUM DER WIRTSCHAFTSWISSENSCHAFTLICHEN AUFBAUFORM DER BERUFSBILDENEN SCHULEN @^ @t5 OLDENBURGS" (If you want to short this letterworm, you could also say: "Highschool of Economic Studies in Oldenburg"). This sounds important and in fact this one is an elitarian schoolform (Well, the school is elite, but the students are really just lowdown cheap little punks!) and after three years of studies on this school, I had to pass my Abitur-Exams between the sixth and tenth of February, 1992. This meant one month of learning and ascetic living ( no boozing, no long saturday-to-sunday evenings, ... ). But I do not want to tell you how hard I have worked to get through this... @# @^ @t5One thing, I found quite interesting, was the fact that - in spite of passing the English-exam the next day - I did not manage to communicate with JUDGE DROKK via telephone on the fith of February. Please, excuse me, mate. I was too confused this evening! The very most depressing feature was in fact that, when all the other schools finished the exams on friday the seventh, we had one major exam left to write. This means, all the other students of our hometown went to the city to celebrate together, while we had to stay at home to learn some more!!! But, finally, we did it after a exam lasting for six hours. You can not imagine the way we felt then... As @^ @t5soon we stepped outside, the first bottles of sparkling whine "lost their heads" and at about 3 p.m., I got pissed ( I like that feeling to be upside-down )... Well, but the best thing still was to come - THE ABITUR-PARTY. Starting at 9 p.m., this event was supposed to be the party with the 'highest-density-of-boozed fools-per-metre-square' and I am proud to say that WE HAVE SUCCEEDED!!! The first impression I got was a hard one, because when I stepped on the dancefloor to say hello to some guys, some stupid pogo-idiots directly ran into my poor little stomach - "BUARKS!" After a while (when I felt a bit better) the small disco we had rented for this evening got badly overcrowded and the mood rised @# @^ @t5continuously - as you also can see on about 200 pictures that were taken by a professional. A funny guy wanted me to light his cigarette, but he was too drunken and seemingly tried to squeeze his cigarette on my lighter. Therefore, I moved my hand a bit away from him, but he decided to follow. So I continued moving my hand away and again he followed. ... Some burned hairs later he finally managed to light it and guess what? After half a minute the cigarette falled down the floor and was totally destroyed by dancing feet. Poor guy! By the way, it was a real cheap evening for me. All in all I only had to spend 17,10DM! You wonder why? Quite simple. I allowed alot of people to copy my preworks for the @^ @t5exams and therefore all of them had to spend at least one drink for me... that is fun indeed. Another highlight of that night was the old pissed punk standing in front of our partyplace. When we - three boys and one girlie - stepped outside, this guy started talking to us: "He-hello, you there. C-could ya tell me the way to the next etablishe..., estab..., etablishsh... NIGHTCLUB??? You know, I'd like to meet shome women. 'Ve got enuff money." A friend of mine - with the intention to get a good joke - friendly responded:"Well, Sir, this depends on the kind of girls you want to meet." "Yes, of c-courshe. Ye right... musht know I like black girlsh - or at leasht shlightly coloured onesh," "Yes, of course... And what about the weight?" ... @# @^ @t5"Between 160 and 200 poundsh. But not more. I don't like fat girlsh!" HUARHUAR!!! We first decided to tell him the way to the 'LAMBADA', which is a very exclusive discotheque in Oldenburg - imagine him, getting in and roaring: "Where are all the black, 200 poundsh heavy girlsh?!?", but HE decided to stay with us and telling us the story of his lifetime while drinking vodka!!! Moreover not only the story of his lifetime, but also about his relation to women. Imagine a 69 (NO JOKE!) year old guy,telling you about love, sex and even more sex. Funny thing indeed! Finally, when he was near to start grabbing at the breasts of the girl, he claimed that today, "all theshe young girlsh look that pre-pretty. @^ @t5With their wonderful legsh and all thish shtuff... Look for ecshample thish one there!" Well, I turned my head but really was not able to find the girl, he was talking about, because there were no girls at all! ... But, ... NOO! ... It was the only possibility: He was talking about my friend HIGGIE, standing in near distance! Wonderfull legs, eh? HUARHUAR!!! After about 10 more minutes we finally managed to get out off his sight and his vodka-stinking breath. His last words:"You're really nishe guysh and I d-do accept ya, indeed I do!!!" Well, with this moral-increasing 'meshshage' of him we stepped back in. Now, the drunken guy ( remember the cigarette ) wanted me to bring along @# @^ @t5some beer. Maybe he thought that I was a waiter, maybe he was simply a foolish idiot, anyway. None-the-less he tried to stress his demandings ( "Bring me BEER!!!" ) by pressing an empty bottle in my hands so that I was forced to take it. After three times of repeating this ceremony, I throwed the bottle to another guy close to me, who took it with consternate glances. Immediately, my drunken "friend" was by his side demanding "BEEER!!!" Well, the other guy was not a man of long words and throwed the bottle back to me. Again the demanding, I throwed the bottle back... We three would have been a perfect perpetuum mobile, but my special love GABY came to interupt our little game... @t5The party continued as normal: Boozing, dancing, chatting and a bit @^ of flirting (or more). The only thing I misliked that evening, was the fact that we were forced to leave the party at 3.30 a.m, because the organizers wanted to close the gates at 3.00 a.m. By the way, my young dynamical and totally drunken "friend" had to leave the place the hard way, because he was thrown out in the very sense of the word (he refused to leave the room civilized!). So we all started our way back home and my friend FABIAN ( "ABI'93!" ) and me ( "ABI'92!" ) had a very pleasant discussion about the cybernetic system in a polypole and the task of the recoupling effect in a free-manipulated currency while driving on our bikes into the bright moonlight... (romantic, eh?) @# @k362,020,10@^ @t4POST SCRIPTUM:@t5 Finally I would like to thank those guys for showing up at the partyplace to celebrate this important day together with me... Pinny/ANARCHY (stayed till 1.30 a.m. in spite of working the next day!), Higgie/BABOONS (who finished his exams the same day), Sir G.P./DEALERS, JMC/FUTURE SUB JUNKS, Kokash/Ex-TMF, MICHAEL and alot more... @t3>>> RokDaZone <<< @@