The business with the lad who wouldn't get his hair cut at St John's College, and the Prime Minister's Award to Makoura College here in Masterton, makes me reflect on the nature of high schools these days.
Neither story is related in a direct sense, and I have nothing but praise for the success story that is Makoura College.
It's just that I reflect on the extremes that schools today are involved in, whether good or bad.
As a high school student of the eighties, colleges were simply colleges, and coping with them was by and large a matter of routine, apart from personal dramas which are an inevitable part of life. High school extremes were confined to fiction, such as the movie Grease, or the British series Grange Hill.
I may be wrong, but in my day state schools were pretty static affairs, that got on with their business of educating students in set subjects. Technologically they were quite primitive by today's standards, and didn't have the revised New Zealand Curriculum, with the five key competencies.