A good friend of mine *was* teaching in an inner city school in south London.
She's currently recovering from a pretty serious breakdown, as a direct result.
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Tab Hunter Make this useless process end and so, begin again, Thu 10 May 2012, 22:14,
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I was in a special measures school doing 100 hours a week
I still have bad dreams about the place several years later :-/
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Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Thu 10 May 2012, 22:30,
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well you should have done your work on time
like all the other kids then you wouldnt have to kept behind doing detention every day.
dear me what are kids coming to these days? in my day we did school 7 days a week with no sleep and only the smell of cold boiled cabbage for dinner and we had to sweep the radiator pipes, that was hard job let me tell you and another thing it wasnt just chalk the techer threw at us , oh no that was only for the teachers pet ,we had turds the size of cowpats thrown at us and if you got luck it might still be warm, like i say kids these days dont know whats what
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fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Thu 10 May 2012, 22:41,
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You lucky lucky bastard!
Ohhhh how I used to dream of havin' a nice fresh cowpat full on in the face. used to be 439 of us to a class with nothing but the headmasters razor blades to sit on, used to have a handful of gravel for lunch followed by a swim in an active volcano. Those were the days.
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skeltonator Needs some new daps., Thu 10 May 2012, 23:45,
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A swim in an active volcano?
Luxury! Every morning at registration the teacher would rip out our fingernails and dip our hands in vinegar. then we would have to write a 4000 word essay on the inside of a ping pong ball, and if you didn't finish in time you'd be buggered by the school camel!
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