if you had spent
hours in the morning curling or straightening your hair and piling on the mascara, you would also have found PE, with the sweat and the wind and the rain, to be a complete disaster. so as soon as my friend sam and i got to sixth form, when community service became an option, we took it.

a few weeks later, we had been booted off the community service scheme for failing to turn up to the old people's lunches. we did have good intentions, but we were only 16, and the sight of so much death crammed into one room sucking puree'd carrots through yellowed dentures was a bit much. so we fucked off elsewhere. after a severe bollocking when the school found out, we were told to go and report for one of the games options. halfway around the path, sam looked at me and said brightly,

"if we don't sign up for any of them..."

... "then noone will know," i finished. and they didn't.

we had an extra double free lesson every friday for a year, it was bloody glorious. i only got worried when it came to report time, but luckily the teacher who ran the scheme was so incensed that she was happy to spew her bile all over our reports, and they never went near the PE team.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 11:05, 1 reply)

I used to do 'Community Service' too.
I was never happy about the fact that it was named as if it were a punishment.
(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 13:12, closed)