Aah, school dinners and inadequate capacity!
(Not trying to hijack your fine post.)

At the start of every year, the new wide-eyed fresh meat from local primary schools would get first sitting for dinners. And every year, they'd shuffle through with the speed of tectonic plates, take their time eating (having never before experienced the concepts of 'shift-dining', or 'thinking of other people'), typically leaving the rest of us (the entire 'delayed' second sitting) with negative five minutes to wolf down some food, before rushing to the lessons which have already started.

Not so bad if the teacher understood, but worse if they were borderline sadist like PE seems to attract. No, Sir, I can't run after the ball, my stomach is trying to kill me; and will continue to do so for the Rest Of The Sodding Afternoon. So unless you want me to choose between re-enacting a scene from "Exorcist" or "Aliens", all over your nice warm and clean tracksuit if possible; just let us waddle in peace. Thanks a bunch Year Ones!

Passes did rock, though. Prefect duty was an automatic priority (so you could be in position in time, for your half-dinnertime of fun policing).
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Mon 30 Mar 2009, 13:09, Reply)