I've been reading Stephen Fry's "The Liar" again and it reminded me of trouble making at skool (except with more gay sex and people saying "toast" like "taste") so I was wondering what you were all like in school? Get into trouble much? Skive off often? Smoke behind the cricket nets? Tell the teacher to get stuffed?
I was a good kid mostly. The only time I really got into trouble was when a teacher told me not to swear when I hadn't said a thing. I told her I hadn't said anything and she asked me to say sorry to the class. Again I said I hand't even spoken and she called me a liar and told me to say sorry or I'll go to the headmaster. After a while it escalated with me telling her if she really wanted to hear me swear then she could just fuck off. Oh how clever and witty I must have been. She sent me to the headmaster who expressed his amazement that a nice boy like me could have been so naughty.
The only other real incident was when I had actually changed schools (moved) and had visited my old school to sort out grades. On my way out the school gates a teacher yelled after me to stop. I did and they scolded me for trying to mitch off for the day. She dragged me (odd how teachers can do that) all the way back to the headmasters office. At which point he told her I don't go to the school anymore. There is nothing as satisfying as having a teacher actually apologise to you. God I felt smug.
Didn't mitch off much. Did smoke but didn't start till I was 15/16 so my parents knew and didn't really care.
I was usually pretty good at school, but I do remember putting glitter in the history teachers hair. She had really bad dandruff, and when she got all excited about what she was saying she would shake her head around and the dandruff would fly all over the place. I (and my evil prompting friends) decided that it would be better to see flying glitter rather than flying dandruff. Looking back, I can see how mean that was, but at the time it was very funny.
Kids do the darndest things... lol lol lol
Get into trouble much? Skive off often? Smoke behind the cricket nets? Tell the teacher to get stuffed?
Yes, yes, yes and yes. Also discovered that if me and the lads took off our school ties, the local pubs would serve us at 14.
/underachiever is whut I wuz
Skived off a couple of times and had to forge my mum's signature in my homework diary to cover for the absences.
I was mostly just lazy at secondary school - did the bare minimum and coasted along. Got the odd detention and crap report back home but generally did ok and got good sports reports. I think I thought I was going to play football when I left school although I was never actually talented enough to be in that league.
Junior school I was a bit naughty and sometimes in trouble - I remember two friends and I had our Nature exercise books ripped up by the headmaster, after our teacher sent us to him for drawing football tactics or war scenes in them - great days! smile
yep did it all, even though we lived right across from the school and my mum worked there.
Still managed to skive off, smoke behind the gym, hold a sit in where we got all classes to lock teachers out of the classrooms.
Also used to have everyone to our house at lunch for smokes.
In fifth year, the Headmistress gave me a lecture on how smoking even a few months ruined your wind, because a teacher had seen me smoking outside school, and outside school hours. She asked how long I'd been smoking. "Two years". She left, but came back after a minute and congratulated me on how I had run in the school and district sports.
I was boringly well behaved. I just didn't see the point in misbehaving and spending more time in school than I absolutely had to. Also if I had misbehaved my parents would have literally beaten me to death...
I have to say i never got detention for any of the stuff we pulled at school, except the sit-in.
I was very good at forging mums sig, and the school never considered it would be forged with her working there. I also used to faint quite a bit and often used that as an excuse not to go.
I didn't do many detentions, we were usually offered the choice of detention or six of the best across the fingers. Always took the six, the pain was gone in a few minutes, well, maybe an hour. Much better than staying late.
Not being a teacher's pet did bite the last year. It was the first year of GCE and we had about fifty kids left and they split 36 GCE and 14 Commercial. But the headmistress decided that they must be even class sizes which, meant that eleven GCE kids were in the commercial class. Her selection had nothing to do with academic standing only her like or dislike.
I have to say i never got detention for any of the stuff we pulled at school, except the sit-in.
I was very good at forging mums sig, and the school never considered it would be forged with her working there. I also used to faint quite a bit and often used that as an excuse not to go.
Wow, I was a fainter too. Must have been that clean air!! :lol:
I was a prefect at one time but they took me off that duty after only one detention in an entire term. I was all for giving people detention, but I didn't want to sit with them. Those in power said I had a bad attitude. I said it wasn't my job to sit with people who'd missed the school bus and then couldn't get home.
After that the deputy head picked on me constantly. My skirt was too short, kneel down, it doesn't touch the floor, detention! My mouth wasn't moving during prayers, detention. I played violin in the school orchestra, but couldn't read music aloud, detention.
Right cow she was. :evil:
skool days - To my teachers I got the impression I was good pupil but lazy, my school reports seem to confirm that
However, whilst at primary school in London, I would frequently pretended to sleep at my desk, as I was so bored listening to the same thing said time after time just because some dumb arse hadn't listened before.
I had to constantly reread page one of the Janet and John books because they bored me silly and what was going on elsewhere was so much more interesting. Consequently I would lose my place and read the wrong thing, so it back to the beginning again. The first book I actually read from cover to cover was David Copperfield at the age of 11. I never did complete Janet and John.
When I was 7, my mum was expecting my youngest sister and at the same time, the first photos were published of the development of a fetus. So Mum thought that would be an opportune time to let me known about the ways of boys and girls. As I only had sisters, I was very intrigued and that led onto a you show me yours and I will show you mine session. Even then I thought it was unfair that the boys got punished more than me, especially as I started it.
Not so bad at my school in Kent, except in the last term of Primary school I almost got expelled. I was a leader of a gang (we would be called bullies now I suspect) and we put out a call get a particular girl. She got wind of it and in an effort to avoid me, ran quickly pass me. Not quick enough though, as I put out my hand and grabbed her. Unfortunately for me and her, the only thing I grabbed was her hair which was the thin, blonde, candy floss type. Next thing I knew I was holding a large amount of hair and she was sporting a very bald spot! Boy! was her mother mad (rightly so) but somehow I managed to get away with it.
Secondary school was tame, skipped loads of classes (mum's writing and sig was way to easy to forge) and generally wasted my time. Not that anything of worth was taught at my second secondary school, as it was what was called a 'sink school". Saw the deputy headmistress have 2 breakdowns whilst I was there and the Headmaster was too drunk to notice anything.
I went from being a child prodigy to being a picked-on nervous wreck after the first year of junior high when I got almost all 90-99% exam results. Never quite recovered from that and scraped through with 5 O-Levels.
Get into trouble much? Skive off often? Smoke behind the cricket nets? Tell the teacher to get stuffed?
Yes, yes, yes and yes. Also discovered that if me and the lads took off our school ties, the local pubs would serve us at 14.
/underachiever is whut I wuz
Yeah I was one of the 'lads', always up for a 'laff', or doing a bit of dosing, blagging or wagging. Much more fun than being one of the 'ear'oles' who liked to conform to the school rules, them's were pratts. You gotta have a 'laff' at school or you'd die.
Get into trouble much? Skive off often? Smoke behind the cricket nets? Tell the teacher to get stuffed?
Yes, yes, yes and yes. Also discovered that if me and the lads took off our school ties, the local pubs would serve us at 14.
/underachiever is whut I wuz
Yeah I was one of the 'lads', always up for a 'laff', or doing a bit of dosing, blagging or wagging. Much more fun than being one of the 'ear'oles' who liked to conform to the school rules, them's were pratts. You gotta have a 'laff' at school or you'd die.
i thought you still were doing. Or are you on holiday now. If so, piccies of you and boat please :grin:
Unfortunately I've been stuck in this sanitary napkin of a place working my fingers to the bone.
I now have a couple of weeks off to go sailing before I have to pack up, have a "yard sale" and p!ss off. I bought one of those camera phones so I should be able to upload some pictures if I can figure out how.
Now back to the debate about those British educational dustbins.