NEVER EVER DO GCSE DRAMA...
Especially if your drama teacher happens to be a bitch-troll from hell who hates you.

I had wanted to do art but the class was full, so was forced to take this bollocks for the next 2 years. As you may be able to tell, I really did hate it (as did everyone else in the class). I hated most of the other subjects but I at least made an effort with them. This one was just not worth it.

For our actual GCSE work, we were required to write and perform our own play. My friend Jin and I were the only 2 left over after everyone got into their groups of 6. Instead we got lumbered with an incredibly thick chavvy girl who couldn't act. She was also rarely in school. At the time, Jin had been chucked out of her house and really couldn't be bothered to come in either, so it was usually me sitting on my own doing absolutely fuck all and being screamed at by the aforementioned bitch-troll.

Performance day comes, the script having been completed and typed up 2 days prior to this, and we have no idea what time we're supposed to be there or what the hell we're going to do. We also perform after a group of A grade students have done their version of Blood Brothers. Needless to say, we fuck it up VERY BADLY and forget to thank the examiner at the end like we were told. We just sat there for 5 minutes pissing ourselves. Luckily, I get the highest grade in the group for bothering to turn up to school in the first place, and I was chuffed to bits with my E. What did annoy me was that Ms Howard (bitch-troll) graded the other 4 groups herself with no examiner and gave one group all B's because she felt sorry for them after they fucked up their lines very badly, and was going to let them re-do their exam a week later. Which is, by the way, highly illegal.

Another time we went to see Billy Liar, and Jin was crying through the first half because Ralf Little was smoking on stage and she hadn't had a fag in 3 hours.
(PAMPAMPAM, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 14:23, Reply)