Not a fan of school
I went to a grammar school, so a certain level of behaviour was expected - in theory.

It was red nose day, and for our history lesson, our teacher said if we donated money to red nose day we would have no homework.

I theorised she had not prepared any homework in anticipation of everone paying up, so naturally I refused to pay.

I was right, and she got mightily pissed off that me, a mere teenager, had seen right through her.

At the end of the lesson, a sweet wrapper from my pocket or something fell to the floor.

She seized upon this (not literally) and demanded that i pay up or be forced to pick litter after school.
I refused, and as we walked out i muttered 'tramp'(she kept her money in her shoes, probably still does) to myself. I thought.

Next thing i know my head of year is screaming at me infront of loads of people. I was too surprised for any sort of reaction.

He marched me to a nearby window overlooking a litter-strewn playground. He opened the window, a breeze rolled in and I jizzed in my pants.
(papa bouba slap your face, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 2:17, Reply)