Well, what has happened in the Faroes this last week? Actually, something that can either be considered very amusing or very shocking happened at school on Friday. Here's the story:

On Thursday night, the 3rd grade (the equivalent to the New Zealand year 13) threw a huge party. They had planned a skulkidagur which is basically wagging day in English - they were just going to drink all night and then sleep all day. I don't know why they didn't just do it on Friday but apparently it's a tradition and they do it every year. So yeah, anyway, they got absolutely wasted that night and at 5AM were all dropped off at the school in buses, where they proceeded to have a party on the lawn complete with loud music blasted out of one of the upstairs windows. And when we all arrived at school (1st and 2nd grades) they were still there and still drinking. There were crates of beer everywhere and yeah, people drinking in the canteen and I had no idea why - I walked into school and became very very confused by these two drunk guys standing at the steps with a crate of Føroya Bjór telling everyone it was THEIR BEER. Haha. And I could hear yelling in the distance - I'd figured it was something to do with Hoydalar but I had no idea what until I walked into class and saw everybody standing at the windows marvelling at what was going down on the roadside. Which was that most of the 3rd grade of Hoydalar were standing drunk, hailing cars and making them drive them into school. And then they would jump out and run back up to the roadside. All my friends and teachers got stopped trying to get into school. And yeah, the school called the police and the police went to try and break them up (had serious issues as you may imagine). They had been throwing balloons at cars and when they ran out of balloons they threw dirt. they really held up the traffic, too, and all the buses that day were late by about 15 minutes. But yes, when the police got there they all decided to head down into school, where they came through our classrooms singing, doing the conga and STINKING of alcohol (they were still drinking and this was at about 9AM). The deputy principal cornered about 40 of them in our classroom and led them out again where a bunch of them went to sleep on the field and did all sorts of interesting things.

They made it into the newspapers and onto the radio, and I managed to procure some photos from the website of one of the newspapers, so here they are - photos of the chaos at Hoydalar on Friday, courtesy of Dimmalætting. And yes, nothing interesting has really happened otherwise.