Not quite a project, but I hope it fits
In my primary school each year, the entire school would have competition across all the years. This was an adrenaline-pumping, heart-racing maelstrom of knowledge. This was Mastermind.

Essentially, the entire school would be made available for an assembly where our headteacher would ask general knowledge questions. Everyone's hand shoots up, first one answers. If you get three right then you go up on THE STAGE.

Once 15 people are on the stage it progresses to the finals - the winner is declared Mastermind and got... you know what, I can't even remember what you got for it but as you see it's the principle. Anyway, some spod in Year 6 ALWAYS won.

So, our school was made of Year 3, Year 4, Year 5 and - you guessed it - Year 6. This covered the ages of 7-11. In Year 4 I had my first Mastermind appearance, answering three questions right and being one of the first on stage.

Unfortunately there I fell to the far superior intellect of the 10- and 11-year-olds I was competing against. In the end, a Year 6 won it. They ALWAYS won it.

In Year 5, I shone. I had two questions under my belt and 13 people were on stage already. My hand shot up again and again like Gary Glitter's cock outside the school gates at 3pm but to no avail. Now 14 on stage! Finally, in the dying seconds of the last assembly, I got there first, answered a question right, and got on stage as one of the chosen 15.

So we come to the finals. I storm through and by the time we're down to 10 people I'm in the lead on points. I was a virtual celebrity in my class and had the first chance to be a non-Year 6 and win the competition.

I held the lead until the last 3 when a drought of reasonable questions came my way and I slipped. Still, we were down to a sudden death round between myself and some Year 6 guy.

I can't remember the question in question, I can't remember how I fucked up. But I did. Second place - still a fantastic achievement to effectively be crowned the second most-intelligent child in the school, but SO close to the win.

Oh well, as the teacher presenting said: "Well, Matt, you live to fight another year."

WELL I FUCKING DIDN'T.

The stupid cunts didn't put on Mastermind next year. I was in Year 6 and everyone KNEW I was guaranteed the win. It was a fucking conspiracy. It still rankles.

Cunts.
(MJPerry was crude but clickable at, Sat 15 Aug 2009, 12:46, Reply)