Next door to a 'mental' school
I had a pretty decent secondary school, in a fairly nice, quiet suburb. But it wasn't short of it's interesting moments:

- like being chased out of the grounds by the kids from the 'special' school which was right next door. It joined onto the end of our car park, god knows why they put it there, but all the kids were proper loons. The headmaster of the shit hole was once quoted as saying in the local paper that working there was more nerve racking than when he'd been on a nuclear-sub in the Navy during the cold war. Luckily the weirdo's had some sort of supernatural fear of going past a nearby bus shelter, so as long as you got there before them, you were OK.

- I'll also never forget the girl who sat behind me in science, who got so nervous during a test one morning, she pissed all over the stool she was sat on, and all over the floor around her. Can you imagine the onslaught of bullying she received?! She also threw up corn pops in a maths test once. I've no idea how she ever got through her GCSE's!

- how many other people here burned their names into the desks in science? I just wonder, because it seems to me now, 10 years later, tha acts of vandalism are probably best if you don't sign them.
(Amputated is tickling the exit wound, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 12:02, Reply)