French
like 80% of the kids in my year, I hated languages, probably because of the general shoddyness of the teaching we recieved and we worked our way through 4 teachers in the final year.

(including an American on September the 11th, but thats another story)

but anyway, I digress... during double periods the fact that we hadn't done anything but create a more versatile paper airplane, boredom had truly set in. The teacher clocked on the to the fact we'd done nothing (as usual) and began inspecting everyones little lined paper books...

Example of following inspection:

Miss Grey (in ridiculous french accent): Adam, were is todays work, you've been in lesson for 90 minutes, were is your work?
Adam: erm, erm...
Miss Grey: detention!

It continues in this vein right up the left side of the room until she reaches me...

"Ryan, Ryan why have you done no work? every time I come over you've never done work..." "but, but I did it!"
"were? you have not done work..."
"I did it in.... I did it in white ink!"
"..... oh.... well ok next time do it in black ink"

meheehe, excelent
(lightie, Sun 1 Feb 2009, 9:25, Reply)