PROTECT MY BUSH
Like most teenagers, I had quite a rebellious streak and because my parents were strict I had to save my naughtiness for school.

I was never seriously naughty, just the usual skiving, smoking and bit of cheek.

If I liked the subjects (i.e. English/Home Ec) then I would get on with class and got decent grades but if I didn’t like the subjects (i.e. Math and Science) then I tended to skive/mess around.

My favourite example of this would be when our class was split into groups for a four week biology project in which we had to design and write a newspaper on saving the environment. Our softie (or is that stupid!) biology teacher let us choose our own groups.

We had two lessons a week for four weeks so 8 hours in all. Guess what my ingenious group came up with….

…Page 3 lady with her baps put (beautifully drawn by my good self) with a big bushy tree covering her lady bits. We called this article `Protect My Bush!’.

We even had the gall to hand it in at the end of the project. I swear I saw the science teacher smirk a little. Bless.

We got minor points for creativeness I think.

Those we’re the days :P
( DUMBLONDE is a rubber lover girl, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 10:12, Reply)