Ah yes, what a unique rhetoric.
I had an OK time at school. I much preferred when I was going to school then when I am working. I was picked on a lot in Years 8-10 because I am, let's face it, quite strange. But when I was in Year 11, everyone sort of settled down and got on and a lot of the people that thought I was "a gay nobhead" realised I was actually pretty cool and in fact neither gay nor a nobhead (or any combination of the two). It's a shame though when I left school, I lost contact to some very good friends. I refuse to get a BookTube or a MyFace so unfortunately I have to wait until I bump into them in Sainsburys. Sort of like when I made eye contact with the last girl I was involved with the other day. Relatively awkward.
Although the teachers at school didn't get me, because I didn't fit into their box. I wasn't a "yes miss" sort of kid, I was more imaginative so I would do things my own way...often getting the same results (certainly no worse) than other pupils but because I didn't do it
their way...
And the HeadTeacher would be quite violent and unfair. Music/ipods at lunch time? Oh no, confiscated. He threw my house Diary at me once, how dare he abuse a 12 year old like that. All because I got 2 "3's" for effort (Although it was not effort, it was behaviour, I put effort in the work but was the "class clown", although quite a good one, many people laughed.
One time I was texting in class and my phone was confiscated. Fair enough. Was told to collect it at 3:30 from the Deputy Head of my House (Mrs something-or-other, I hated her, she spoke like one of those people on a sex line (not that I'd know
) and was very pretentious. ANNEHHWAY, I went at 3:30 as instructed only to find the betch had GONE HOME and taken MY PHONE with her. I was not happy at all and properly layed into her the next morning..."Who are you to take my personal property home, you have a right to confiscate items during the day but to fail to return them is classed as theft...what if I was out and I got injured or a friend ran infront of a bus (we'd play chicken from time to time), how could I call for help? Oh I couldn't and we'd be dying slowly in the street until an old lady found us...how would you like that on your conscience?" - Relatively bemused she apologised for taking my phone home and returned it to me.