Oh and
if youre parents do teach at your school, just remember that adults are often friends with each other outside work. At least once a week, at tea, we'd be joined by one of my teachers.

Its the stuff of nightmares. Still is.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 16:43, 2 replies)

I was in the same boat..
I remember my maths teacher (mum's best friend) once screaming at me in front of the whole class 'R0ACH! JUST BECAUSE I CHANGED YOUR NAPPIES WHEN YOU WERE A BABY DOESN'T MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO YOUR HOMEWORK!'

By the time I started secondary school I had already seen most of my future teachers drunk though..
(r0ach, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 16:58, closed)

My father
was a don at Winchester college.

I turned down a free place at what was at the time (and may still be for all I know) the best school result-wise in the UK, because the prospect of being a pupil at my dad's school was too ghastly to contemplate.

Bit of a pivotal moment there.

*underachieves*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 17:07, closed)