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You see he tended to avoid any kind of social contact with any one.
Anyway I was a bit wary of him, strong as an Ox and fearless too (good sportsman) with bright blue eyes, youd never get more than a grunt from him, true weirdo.
Anyway during a French lesson he took a magic marker pen and drew right up the arm of the deputy heads jacket, more fool him for not stopping the lad in the process of doing it, I thought at the time.
Teacher went mental and dragged him out of class, and that boys and girls was the last I ever saw of him.
All very strange.
[edited by: Essex_boy at 11:41 am (utc) on Mar. 5, 2007]
That was the high point of my academic career, and I moved on to a 6th form college [²] without any form of school uniform, which was much more to my taste and saved me from becoming a chartered accountant or something.
[¹] in the UK those are the exams you take at age 16 before going on to
[²] two years of optional "higher" secondary education
odd tales from the chalk face
Maybe like this story...
I transferred from a tiny tiny highschool to a huge one (Still haven't forgiven my parents) and I was there 2 weeks before I realized I had been eating lunch every day at the lesbian table. I thought they were really athletic.
not that there's anything wrong with it...
and a girl with severe epilepsy sparked off by... you guessed it... rage boy's episodes.
Once or twice a week for the entire year, rage boy would fly into a rage, throw books, chairs and even desks.... and T would collapse to the floor in a grand mal seizure... while 37 other ten year olds backed slowly away across the room.
Ah, good times.
Cut class as much as possible. Changed all my report cards with
ink eradicator for my parents to sign and back again to turn in
to the teachers. Learned just enough to graduate on time and left
town the very next day. No student I. Managed to do all right in
life and now am living large. Go figure! King Fisher
I remember being a skinny, geeky punching bag, until middle school when I built and deployed a "contact taser" and designed but never built a sulfur-dioxide defense shooter... got the bullies off my back, but today would have Homeland Security at the school in a heartbeat!
I also remember hacking into the crude system that putatively networked a classroom full of Apple ][e computers... and marvelling at the fact that it had a TWENTY MEGABYTE hard drive!
You may have guessed that I wasnt in that particular club anyhow, out of the many that were only ONE (1) made it to Cambridge many others I see wandering around my home town when I visit, this makes me snigger.
One really bright, always smartly dressed, well turned out kid with his brief case (it was a London overspill area) went off to UEA (fine Uni) and ended up getting booted out over drugs, last I heard he was living in a Hippy commune in North Wales.
I guess the race aint over till its over.
[edited by: Essex_boy at 10:59 am (utc) on Mar. 6, 2007]
a) His tendency to paint his finger nails black
b) His suspension after one half term when reputably got caught sholifting cosmetics from Boots! LOL
c) I got his desk for half a term.
He's a VERY funny guy if you ever get to see him live.
[edited by: Receptional at 8:24 pm (utc) on Mar. 6, 2007]
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100 questions later, scored an 89%. Bragged about it and tried it again next time, scored a 30%. Teacher caught wind of it and purposely made sure my track wouldn't work again.
It was a little longer for me, but, I would love to go back those 20+ years and do it all again with the knowledge I have today!
I see today that my parents and elder family members tried to instill their wisdom.......but, as a youth I didn't listen, like an idiot!
Just imagine for a second how much fun school/college would be for someone with a 40+ year old brain in a 16+ year old body......surrounded by 16+ year old females!
We can't go back, but, we sure can learn to go forward......
My advice.....when in your 40's talk to people in their 60's and 80's........don't make the same mistake twice!