
Get left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!
Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.
( , Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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I went to an all boys school near Manchester with one or two "progessive" student teachers.
We went on a theatre trip to the Royal Exchange in Manchester to watch Treasure Island when I was about 13. Our English teacher (Miss Shiner for anyone who remembers her) took us all back to her house after the show where 4 thirteen year old boys spent the evening trying to look up her skirt and catch furtive glances of her tits whilst her boyfriend sat skinning up and listening to the Police (well it was 1982)
I can't quite remember why we went back to the house in the first place - maybe something else happened which I have subconciously erased from my memory to protect my mind...
( , Thu 7 Dec 2006, 13:33, Reply)
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