"It's a grey wet Monday morning. You roll up at school in a taxi, sweeping past the plebs getting soaked on their bikes, pay the driver, and step out into the weather. Avoiding muddying your elastic-sided boots, orange fluorescent socks, flared trousers, and nylon greatcoat, you flick back your sideboards and stroll into the form-room. 
"Don't think I'll bother going into hall today, think I'll have a quick game of table-tennis. Coming?" 
Yes, it's a great life in the Sixth Form. Do pretty well as you like. Most of it's against school rules, of course, but it is surprising how long you can keep masters and prefects at bay with, "but I've just got it cut, Sir! " or "I haven't any black socks at all, really," or even "yes, Sir, I know you'd rather I put away the radio and give my full attention to the matter in hand, but after all, Sir, it is the wonder show." 
With all this new-found freedom, it's a wonder any work gets done at all, there's so much else we could be doing. Does any get done at all? 
I for one have done very little work in school since I entered the Sixth Form, and I'm not the only one. The atmosphere just isn't conducive to study and concentration. Any time not actually spent scribbling down notes is wasted discussing last night's rave-up or the latest instalment of the Magic Roundabout. 
There is a lot of shallow talk these days about less discipline, less conformity, but what is needed here is more discipline, more conformity. Prefects should be given back the effective weapon of E4, instead of the present farce of an hour's pleasant copying of the improving thoughts of Shakespeare or O'Malley and Thoippson, which is laughingly called Prefects' Detention. Masters should be stricter, invoke detention more often, and use reports to tell parents exactly what they think instead of filling them with vague double-talk. Uniform should not be gradually dispensed with but retained in full. This would stop the present charade of grown Sixth Formers vying with each other to see who can wear the most outrageous socks or the longest hair and get away with it. 
Perhaps then an atmosphere more suitable to a Sixth Form will prevail, one of concentration and education, and though you 
may fashionably exclaim "more freedom, not less! " you must realise that the present situation is bad, that discipline must be 
tightened up, otherwise a lot of people are going to be sadly disillusioned in their "A" level results."