When I was in year 7
I hated geography. The teacher scared me a bit and the subject bored me. I was also quite a good-natured little boy, fearful of punishment, and a lazy child, fearful of work. So when we had this big assignment thing (which in hindsight probably only seemed big because I was 11) I didn't do it. Then I got scared of detention. The fact that we would get a "red card" to say we had detention didn't really help, a bright red A5 peice of paper that means bad stuff's happening is quite daunting when you're young. So I missed the next lesson. And the next one. And the next one. Each time I had to say I was sick, either at the start of the day or just after lunch. I must have missed every Tuesday afternoon for about 3 months, and half the full days too. My mum and the teachers got well suspicious. I could see that they were suspicious, and I think they knew that I knew they knew. But for some reason nothing ever came of it. To be honest the teacher probably forgot about it after 3 weeks or something anyway, but it was still good to go home and not do any work.
( Styxx hates when people talk in the third person, Fri 9 Jun 2006, 14:38, Reply)