A right good kicking
Our form room door at comprihensive school was constantly locked. Standing in the corridor was never fun due to knobheads constantly pushing people about etc so I was anxious to get into the room and sit down, far away from the idiots in the corridor. I started kicking out at the door, not very hard, but enough to feel as though I was making some sort of protest.

Unfortunately the door and frame were quite old and before long the thing came clean off its hinges.

I blamed it on depression and frustration with the hope of a sympathy vote getting me off the hook for the worst of it. It worked. I wasn't charged for the door, expelled or even put in detention.

What I did have though, was several months of anger management classes.

The whole class would look at me like I was a mentalist when a pupil would walk in and ask me to report to the anger management therapist (whose nickname when he was previously a teacher was Mad Dog - go figure).

It was okay though. I got to get out of Welsh for several weeks and didn't have to talk about anything "until I was ready", meaning I could just read and have a skive.
( shovelboy This is bad - Two minutes to Belgium, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 0:51, Reply)