Funnily enough, an identical set of circumstances occurred at our school - only a strange transformation would occur with the role of the tray as you progressed through your school career. In the junior half of the school the rarity value of the sole light tray held a certain cache. However, once you'd reached the senior school, the terrible truth about the gay tray and the effects it wraught upon the carrier became known to all and sundry. Memories of the remarkably violent fights that used to break out as people were pushed to the front of the queue in order to be the day's gay tray bearer still bring a smile to my face. Could the differing views of the junior and senior pupils be a 'To Kill a Mockingbird'-esque metaphor for the acceptance and tolerance of an innocent mind? Who knows?