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Originally Posted by Livia

I miss the bullying and the beatings, but particularly, I miss fishing my bag out of the pond. But the girls who did the bullying have plenty of time to think about the error of their ways, as they browse the 'non-skilled' section at the Jobcentre...

I love a good revenge story!

[AnnieK]

My best school memory is leaving.... Only joking, I actually have great memories of school...lots of laughs with friends etc...the only thing that ruined school was the lessons!!

[Jake.]

Great post Livia, glad you had the last laugh!

[Braden]

Too many to remember.

The first thing that always springs to mind is my year 9 English class. There wasn't a lesson that I did not enjoy.

I was never really a big fan of English as a lesson but my teacher was amazing and really made the subject enjoyable, despite absolutely hating us at the beginning of the year.

I always reminisce with others in the class because there are so many hilarious moments that I will never forget. Some include:

- making the teachers first ever lesson of teaching brutally awful (we were always referred to as the dumb class because our SATS results so we had all of the naughty ones all in the same group)
- having to line up outside and walk in as if we were primary school children because we were talking in lesson
- our teacher running out of the classroom and shutting the door on us because there was a wasp and she's allergic to the sting..afterwards the head of English literally came and opened the window and it flew out straight away
- teacher having a panic attack telling us to get her inhaler because she thought she deleted a years worth of pre-prepared work.
- reading Animal Farm but having to stop and take a whole lesson explaining what Roman Numerals were to one student
- running out of class laughing because a student did an impression of another teacher
- trying to fit the smallest person in a cabinet and hide her from the teacher. She then took us out and shouted at us because we damaged her property (coloured pencils)
- telling us we couldn't leave lesson because she was missing a glue stick and that she had to search us

Plus many more. But honestly she grew to love us and everyone did really well with her and we ended up respecting and loving her as a teacher

[King Gizzard]

the History teacher incorporating Iron Maiden into nearly every lesson

[RichardG]

That one time when our terrible year 7-9 history teacher thought she was showing us a detailed guide to world war 2 trenches, when actually it was a call of duty multiplayer map was pretty funny. As awful as she was though, some people were pretty mean to her. Whenever she walked into her stock room people would always lock her in then walk out the class and leave her there, or secretly/slowly move their tables forward towards her desk all lesson until the end when she would look up and realise she was trapped in the corner with all the tables surrounding her. I felt so guilty but no way was I going to be the one person in the whole class who refused to move my desk. I got enough beatings from the chavs, I could do without putting even more of a target on my back!!

Winning the award for 'best male french pupil of year 10' in assembley was hilarious, considering I was in the bottom set and not once ever managed to get above an E in any test.

[Shaun]

[Without a doubt my German trip in Year 9 (when I was 14).

We went for a week to Cologne (well, we stayed there at a youth hostel, and went to various other places on days out - Bonn, the Bayer Leverkusen stadium, the Bayer medical HQ place, some chocolate factory somewhere). We were right across the bridge from the cathedral, and spent almost every night in the park there playing football and laughing as the teachers (they were all male too) hit on random German women

It's memorable for me because I associate it as the place I formed my closest group of friends, that remain to this day. We used to terrorise this poor cleaning lady - stole her trolley and sent it to the basement on the elevator, stole all the toilet roll, shouted random "amusing" phrases from our textbooks through locked doors (something about diarrhoea). We got in a bit of trouble with the head of department