"Talkin' 'bout my generation." The Who, Messrs Daltrey and Townshend, knew exactly what their generation was about. They knew exactly which generation they belonged to. It struck me recently, that the same cannot be said of school students.

In the four-and-a-bit years that I've been at this school, so much has changed that I wonder if indeed, one could class the current time as a different generation of JMHS to the one I joined in Year Seven.

So which generation do I belong to? Do I belong to the same generation as my older sisters? The generation which had such cult heroes as Mr Kangalee ("she kicked me in the nuts!") and Mr "Foxy" Moxley ("If I dropped this glass on the floor, it would smash, action, consequence...).

Or do I belong to the same generation as the younger years; an era which has seen, among other things, the two Sammos: The Original Sammo (history), and Sammo the Second (Biology) with their identical body language and “glares"; Mr Jon "Cockney hard nut" Andrews; and the rather loquacious Underwood-Webbs?

After all, I have been here for a certain part of both those epochs of school history, so into which do I fit?

The reality is, of course, both, or rather neither. I belong to my own year, a year which has seen teachers come and go, a year which has seen the canteen tables change positions God knows how many times, a year which has gone through school while said school evolves around it, just as every year does.

There are no clear-cut edges between one generation and another, but it's the legacy which keeps the school the same school as it always has been.

JMHS may have a totally different set of teachers and students to when it started, there may be different facilities and new classrooms, a new uniform but it is still JMHS. Why? Because the change is so gradual, no one ever notices it.

Things come and go but school life goes on.

So now this article is threatening to become a political rant which will eventually lead to me using it to attack capitalism and sing the praises of Fidel Castro. For me, every essay or article comes down to an argument for socialism, just as for Mrs Brown, every holiday she's ever been on comes down to a reason for why school uniform is good.

That last sentence was not a snide comment; it was an affectionate one. Those holiday/uniform assemblies are all part of the charm and fun we somehow get from school, they are, bizarrely, one of the many things which stops us playing truant every day, because, although perhaps we don't realise it, it is great fun.

The generation doesn’t matter. Whoever it is teaching us, there will be something about them which makes us laugh and we can make fun of, and I'm sure they'll find something about us which they can make fun of too. Harmony really.

It's like Madness say of school in the hit Baggy Trousers: "Did it really turn out bad?” I don't think it did.