I was in the spackers class...
With all the rough lads and 'hard nuts' of my half of the school. When they weren't burning each other with the soldering irons, putting hands in vices, or threatening to belt sand each others fingers mafia style, they were talking about how their "well 'ard mates had kicked in" some poor fool for the heinous crime of looking at them.

Suffice to say we went through 3 teachers (2 mysteriously left between terms, citing 'personal' reasons. We all know that means 'nervous breakdown'). The 3rd teacher however, was a young woman, and not too bad a looker either. Things picked up for a while, and we were allowed a stereo in the class, which inevitably had "Garage Massive 2000" or some such blaring at all times.

Sadly, things descended back into juvenile violence, namecalling and petty squabbles again not long after, so I spent a lot of my time in the class next door talking to my mates, who had a teacher who could control his class. I've never been very good at bringing my ideas to life, and even though I envisaged an outstanding Playstation storage box with flip down lid and such, it never came to fruition.

I did help the tech teacher in my mates' class next door solve a problem he had with a go-kart side project he was making though.

Of course this had no bearing on my own course and so I finished with a D. I don't remember the circumstances surrounding my being put in that class but I'm pretty sure it cost me a level or two in GCSE.
(Spackles Made sexual advances in your general direction on, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 22:29, 1 reply)

I really don't mean to personally offend you
But that was the most boring story I have ever heard. What happens? Seriously? We all have stories like this but we either don't post them or we embellish the crap out of them. Honestly.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 23:02, closed)