Est 2000 This is the officially-unofficial (because that's how things tended to be done) 12 G-unit page. There's not anything terribly fascinating about this, its static, but still a memoria to what was a very interesting 5 years of high school. If you don't know who (or perhaps more suitably, what?) 12 G-unit is, here's a brief synopsis: In the year 2000, a whole bunch of misfits were brought together from a range of places and shoved together into their first high school classes. A public school, it should be duly noted. Quite a normal happening really, but grade 8C of 2000 was ever-so-slightly different. No one noticed for the first 2 years, but in 2002, when grade 10C was finalised to a class that would mostly be together for the following 3 years to come, few knew that an unfathomable terror had been spawned. For a year things weren't too unusual. Teachers got thrown with apples, classmates got thrown down stairs, some of the more unusual of the students sold their souls to Satan (who must have been disappointed with the quality thereof). Although this wasn't common, it really wasn't that uncommon. Then 2003 dawned *drumroll please*, and with it an evil with the name of Grade 11G stepped forward and sniffed the ripe air as it readied itself to pillageand plunder. Anarchy ensued. Insurance companies simply sued. It seems a lot of puffed air over the mischief of students, but it was so much more than that. It was 40 people, who stood together to take on who ever was retarded enough to stand in their way. It was 40 people tagging an entire school with "12 G-Unit" in under 40 seconds. It was the flying wedgies given to 8th graders. It was the smoking of bags with such finesse. It was the screams of "mag-yaa" across the quads. It was, in short, a volatile experience. Quite remarkably, most people survived our campaign of m*skiba. I say most, because a total of TWELVE german teachers and FOUR english teachers have been used, abused, misused and very finally refused and ref-used by our campaign. This is merely a fragment of a nutshell that our escapades were, and in memories continue to be. A tribute goes to heroes, this is as anti-tributal as anything gets. m*skiba