16 years old, biology lesson...
GCSE Biology was boring. No question about it, and this being near the exams I already knew all the stuff. Every lesson consists of the teacher explaining stuff I already knew for the umpteenth time to some numpty.

So every lesson also consists of sitting at the back and talking to my mate. This usually results in my teacher telling me (in a lovely Scottish accent) that "Sam, I'm going to get annoyed in a minute. No, I'm already annoyed; I'm going to get ANGRY in a minute!"

This shuts me up, but in five minutes I've forgotten and am talking again. "Sam, if you continue to talk, you will go to the headmaster!"

Shit. This time it takes me ten minutes to start talking again, but talk I do, when I'm interrupted by:

"SAM! GO TO THE HEADMASTER! NOW!!!"

Fucksocks, this guy is for real. The science block at school is some distance from the headmaster's office, and the biology labs are on the 6th floor, so I was planning to trudge back slowly and just spend the rest of the lesson in my house and hope the biology teacher didn't talk to the head. What was I supposed to say after all? "Hi headmaster, Biology teacher sent me..."

Anyway, as I was thinking this, other events were developing in the classroom. A friend tells me that the teacher stood there silently for a few seconds, looking rather confused. Then: "Shit." And runs out of the room.

I was on about the fourth floor when I heard the dulcit Scottish tones shouting down the stairs: "SAM! Come back! Don't go to the headmaster!"

Great, I think. So I go back, and then to save his honour he pulls me up in front of the class and says: "Now you've got a choice. You can either stay in here and behave, or you can go to the headmaster!"

Looking back on it, I should have called his bluff again and gone to the headmaster. Oh well, had enough fun for one day.

The story has spread to younger pupils and he denies it vehemently.

P.S. Got my A*
(Mr_Jums, Fri 5 May 2006, 19:52, Reply)