Rakky 1, God 0.
The project? How many different churches / synagogues / mosques etc were there in my small seaside home town and its environs.

The rest of my RE class' method for solving this problem? Get mummy and daddy to drive them round for the evening in order to locate each and every one.

The day of the assignment arrives and my class are eagerly comparing how many they've managed to score. I recall someone having a very impressive list of 30 or so.

Until I proudly unveiled my list of (and forgive me for not remembering the figures) about 79. Winner, by a country mile.

My method? Copied them out of the Yellow Pages.

Clever? Yep. Cocky? For sure. One of the many reasons I left school still a virgin? Absolutely.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Fri 14 Aug 2009, 20:41, 2 replies)

Pfft.
Like leaving school a virgin means you're any less awesome.
(Scritty Bakerman., Sun 16 Aug 2009, 11:45, closed)

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Reminds me of a time in Year 9 History where we were asked to go to our village war memorial and copy the inscription in it. Our History teacher would know if we'd just made it up because he had a book which had all the local war memorials and their inscriptions in it.

Me and a load of mates started thinking that it would be easier if we could get a copy of this book, so started scheming how we could do it - including finding a reason to go into his office to look for the book, seeing if the book was in the school library, etc.

Then one bright spark (well, me) realised that it would probably be much easier if we actually went to the war memorial and did it. As me and my mates were the kind of 'outcast' group, we decided that we could go up the popularity notch a bit and do it, and then tell everybody else from our individual village who was in our year what the inscription was.

Personally, I made about £15 from it from generous classmates giving me money to do their homework for them. If I'd have thought about it at the time (ashamed to say I've only just thought about it now...) I could have given them the wrong one so that I would be the clever one.

(On second thoughts, that wouldn't have worked as the whole scheme of doing other people's work for them was to get us pushed up the popularity ladder, not down it...)
(richietheg my dad buries dead people. he's an undertaker., Tue 18 Aug 2009, 1:13, closed)