Bit of a lengthy one this...
I went to a all boys grammar school. It was the typical type of grammar school; all ties, all blazers, little sense. At first, I was proud to be in this school, as I thought it was because I was quite smart. Then, on my first day, I realised that I was actually sharing my lesson time with idiots who thought the chemical formula for water was H2SO4.

There was a few times where these childish antics made me laugh. As for graffiti, it was more sabotage. Whenever we had a substitute teacher, one of us always had to go get the register. It wasn't too hard to sneak in our fake register with all fake names. It's hard to keep a straight face as a german supply teacher asks if there is an "Albert Kuntsniffer" in the room.

The best thing I witnessed though was a fantastic game that seemed to evolve overnight. It had one simple rule: graffiti the toilets with two-word poems about every single teacher. Here are some of the best:

MR HAINES
LIKES SWIMMING IN DRAINS.

THOMAS SHIELDS
HAS SEX IN FIELDS.

MRS ASKIDS
LIKES TO SUCK OFF FLIDS

Some were fucking confusing:

MR. JONES
HAS HAIRY BONES

MR. EDWARDS
HAS TINY GOODS

Some were just pure racist:

SIMWAN CHOG
IS A NIGNOG

And my favourite:

MR CLEECHER
IS THE BIOLOGY TEACHER.
(__, Sat 5 May 2007, 4:29, Reply)