My Bart Simpson moment
First hour of the first day of the first year of my forst school. I was four. I was shouted at, and I do mean full on, red-faced, top of his voice, shouted at by the headmaster for asking the kid next to me what everyone was doing during prayers in assembly. I believe he even mentioned going to hell, I'm not sure, I was too busy crying. I was four, afterall.

Cried all the way back to class, where the nice first-year teacher tried to comfort me by pointing at me and saying "That's what happens when you talk during prayers" to the whole class. I was four!

I hated school from that day until the day I left. Like really hated. To the point where I'm dreading sending my kids to school, because I know how much I hated it (though if anyone shouts at my kids the way the head did that time, they're gonna find themselves skidding across the floor on their arse fairly rapidly).

Though, I feel I have to point out, despite hating school with a buring passion, I always wanted to be a vet, so my parents said "well, you'll have to work very hard at school then" so I never bunked off, I actually paid attention (to the important stuff anyway) and I made the ffort to make sure I passed my GCSE's. granted, it all went downhill from their, since I then decided that being a vet was far too much work and worked in the games industry instead of doing A levels and going to uni.
(ScousersPet, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 10:40, Reply)