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Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself
Offset "(Emp) - a little heavy on the hyperbole."
Not like we could spend that money on other things like... er... teachers wages....
Don't forget "Lickin t'road clean"
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Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
We never had computers or slide rules when I first went to school. I think in the last year there was a computer terminal in a room somewhere, but none of my contemporaries and I ever thought it would catch on.
All the teachers wore black capes and mortar boards, were required to possess first class honours degrees in sadism, otherwise they'd never have been employed, and they relished the thought of a pupil caning session. They prided themselves in the accuracy of their wooden blackboard rubber throwing skills, as I found out all to often.
Reggie the music teacher was later exposed as a smallie-boy nonce, and one of the French teachers was so despised, a contingent of pupils broke into the school one night and managed to set fire to his classroom, which had the effect of no French lessons for a little while, hence achieving at least a partial success.
During my time there, the old chemistry laboratory had to be rebuilt when it was razed to the ground by fire. Arson was suspected, but no-one was ever caught. The physics laboratory (always referred to as "the new physics lab"), also suffered the same fate, although this was prior to my arrival.
Needless to say I wasn't exactly a model pupil, and thus spent rather a lot of time stood outside the headmaster's study, awaiting a beating. The final time was when I'd managed to somehow break a blackboard, and was stood there with a lad called Oli, who had bravely climbed up to the bell-tower on top of the main building, shinned up the flagpole, and tied one of his mum's bras to the top of it. I don't know why he did it, though.
They say that your schooldays are the happiest of your life, but I hated every bloody minute of it, and couldn't wait to leave. Oh, and school dinners were shite. Total shite.
I imagine that schools today are a rather more accommodating, friendly place, and teachers are rather less sadistic.
At my old school there was various indescretions committed.
Someone (not me) stole all the flags from the golf course (literally) next to the school, and dotted them around the Science Block roof.
A mobile classroom was burnt down (again not by me).
A girl from my year set fire to a deputy heads office, she did 18 months.
The Science block was set fire to twice. The first was a minor little fire, the second literally burned the place to the ground.
And there was an RE teacher who liked looking down girls tops and up their skirts, who had narrowly avoided prosecution for sexual assault.
Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself
just because you do, doesn't mean you should.
I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
just because you do, doesn't mean you should.
But we used logbooks for several years beforehand. Computers were the stuff of science fiction.
just because you do, doesn't mean you should.