Ah school...
Our grade six class once memorably decided to turn en masse against a new teacher and refused to do anything she said.
No matter how much she instructed, then asked, then demanded, then pleaded, then begged, we did nothing for weeks on end.
No study, no art, no craft, no reading, no writing, no... you get the point.
Every time the headmaster arrived we'd all sit there quietly and do whatever he asked us... the moment he left, we'd fold up and go back to idle chatter, paper planes etc.
One kid even took to following her as she wrote on the board, wiping it all off seconds later. Another ate his maths text book, page by page, chewing it all up then swallowing it. Took him weeks but it was well worth it.
Eventually, predictably, she had a complete breakdown and left for the rest of the year.
Her replacement, obviously warned what a pack of utter bastards to expect, was no doubt perplexed to find us all sitting quietly waiting for instruction... which we followed.
The rest of the year went perfectly normally and we all passed into year seven with no problems, even David, who by now was eating books with mustard as a lunchtime trick.
As for the tortured teacher, she came back a year later and teaches pre-school now.
I know I should feel some kind of remorse, but really it was nothing personal, it was just one of those things kids get it in their heads to do.
( difficultchild, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 4:02, Reply)