What Jack said.
I decided to stay on to the bitter end of my final year, but midway through the last week, exams passed and results in the bag, I just got bored one morning and walked home after lunch, made myself a cup of tea and watched Trumpton on kids TV. Massive anti-climax to my education years. Less than two weeks later, I walked into my first full-time job on The Beano comic.
I've never been back, but my youngest daughter is now attending the same high school, and I'm hoping to get to at least a couple of her parent contact evenings over the next few years (sadly, we live 300 miles apart). She's not one for proms or the like, but she's only 12 and so far uninterested in boys, so it may all change. I'd have loved to go to one, and I'm delighted they're doing them to mark the end of not only secondary school education, but also in many primaries. These are very special years for many kids (although not for all, of course), and most won't realise just how special until they are gone. Well worthy of a big fuss at the 'end'. I can only dream of that fancy frock...