Not a heckle as such but...
In my oh-so-hated GCSE years I found myself with a total cow of a Food Technology teacher (it seemed easier than 'Resistant Materials' - i.e. wood/plastic/metalwork - and less gay that doing Textiles) she was called Mrs. Cook (what are the odds, huh?). Total bitch-soup with croutons, trust me.

And so after doing no coursework and revision we got to the mock exam... I asked if I could be excused doing it as I knew I'd already failed and didn't care even slightly so it was all a waste of my time. This just annoyed my teacher even more...

So I sat the exam... I refused to compare various types of food on political grounds ("I cannot answer this question. I am a communist and believe all breads are equal!" etc etc).

I answered questions on various methods of ready-meal production with various equations half-remembered from maths and physics lessons and filled a whole page with "I am a fish, I am a fish, I am a fish" in tribute to Rimmer's speed-fuelled attempt at an officer's exam in Red Dwarf...

I very quickly got further aquainted with my head-of-year and my headmaster.

In my college years I was so proud to be told by some passing kids, from years below me at the same school, about 'this guy' who filled an exampaper with 'I am a Fish'. I'm glad I had friends with me or they'd have never believed *I* was that legend...

If anyone lives in or near Scunthorpe - may (a) god have mercy on your soul... And do NOT send your kids to St. Bedes. You have been warned...
(Whiskeyklone, Wed 12 Apr 2006, 21:16, Reply)