School Trips
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)
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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school trip was not because of something that happened to me. It didn't even happen on the trip so I hope it still counts!
In the third year of secondary school, our whole year(apart from the usual collection of poor kids and assorted mongs) went to visit the Imperial war museum in london. The trip was great fun and nothing of great excitement happened until the next day at school.
We were told that while we were in London, all the left-behinds has joint lessons during the day. During the Maths lesson, PETER KENT put his hand up to be excused. As it wasn't long 'til the end of the lesson, the teacher said no and all further URGENT requests were given the same answer. A few minutes later, the kid behind PETER KENT said "Eurgghhh, what's that smell?". Much hilarity ensued as PETER KENT ran off to the bogs with shite running down his leg. Over 20 years ago and I still remember PETER KENT, from KINGSHILL SCHOOL in CIRENCESTER fudgeing his kex!
( , Fri 8 Dec 2006, 9:08, Reply)
school trip was not because of something that happened to me. It didn't even happen on the trip so I hope it still counts!
In the third year of secondary school, our whole year(apart from the usual collection of poor kids and assorted mongs) went to visit the Imperial war museum in london. The trip was great fun and nothing of great excitement happened until the next day at school.
We were told that while we were in London, all the left-behinds has joint lessons during the day. During the Maths lesson, PETER KENT put his hand up to be excused. As it wasn't long 'til the end of the lesson, the teacher said no and all further URGENT requests were given the same answer. A few minutes later, the kid behind PETER KENT said "Eurgghhh, what's that smell?". Much hilarity ensued as PETER KENT ran off to the bogs with shite running down his leg. Over 20 years ago and I still remember PETER KENT, from KINGSHILL SCHOOL in CIRENCESTER fudgeing his kex!
( , Fri 8 Dec 2006, 9:08, Reply)
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