You spotted the arcade, then?

I knew you were a juvenile delinquent!

Hm.  Gotta say, I'd have just said "Look, Lady - I'm the Kink, OK?  I can do what I want when I want!  To get outta my face or I'll have you executed for Treason!  Got it?"

Or something like that.

I skipped out a couple of times, but our school wasn't exactly close to anything of interest so It didn't really seem worthwhile.

Kink.  Erm.  Yeah. 

I fear I am the delinquent here... I used to skip school all the time cuz my house was only half a mile away. It all came down to which would I rather do: go home and sleep in my own bed or go to school and sleep on a hard desk

Yeah, but you have tattoos.  That makes it alright!

Nah, not for you And.

Erm, not sure I attended school.  Wait, I did show up for my 'in-school suspension,' which was given to me for, erm, skipping school.

I am already the Space Invaders champ here: http://www.vbaexpress.com/forum/index.php?

Not sure I want go down that road again, I played the same game for like three hous!

you said monkey

 

I once got detention for smiling in gym class. I thought that was rather impressive.

Thanks Darren, cheeky monkey.

Smiling in gym class is inappropriate? WTF?

Its obvious really - as all PE teachers are sado-masochists they took your smiling as a sign that you were enjoying yourself and this clearly cannot be allowed to happen. Enjoying PE!!! NEVER!!!

As evidence i submit the folowing:

When i was a lad way back when we had PE (as you do). The school had a big majasive sports hall with heat and everything! It also had a big gravel pitch. Midwinter, freezing cold. PE kit = shorts and a rugby top. PE 'teacher' makes the whole class run round the big field for 30 minutes while he, who is wearing hat, scarf, gloves, TROUSERS! trenchcoat goes back indoors and drinks tea (or any hot beverage) while watching us through the window. If anyone tried to skip out part of the run or slowed down too much then he would gulder out the window at the unfortunate individual. Once that had been completed and the dead or dying airlifted to the medics we would have to play gaelic football. People dont realise that these footballs are harder than the soccer footballs, and we had to fistpass them as well. Tackles were loads of fun as well.

Ok, rant over

You rebel, you.

I just used to wind my teachers up into a blind rage.  It was so easy.  Mrs Anstey in my Maths class used to throw me out for looking at her funny (amazingly, despite doing no coursework at all for my GCSE maths, I got a B on the strenth of the exam - no idea how it happened - I must have got all the questions right).

I remember Computer Studies with Mr Whelan - All the computers were around the outside of the classroom (they were Archimedes, if you remember them) and the desks in the middle.  We used to get the the classroom early and put the clock forward by 20 mins (which he fell for for ages!) or set the computers to wait for 20 minutes and then sart making noises - cows, ducks, squeaking doors.  Whelan would ignore the first couple (or maybe he just didn't notice them), but when they were still doing it 20 mins later he'd go ballistic - "STOP MAKING THOSE ANIMAL NOISES!  YOU BABIES!" (a direct quote!)

Eventually he barred us from entering the room when he wasn't present - we had to wait outside until he arrived.  Which worked well, until he had to nip out for a moment - when he came back, he'd find us all queued patiently outside the room with our bags packed back up and everything.  That made him cranky too.

And then there was the time that I accidentally called him a 'w*nker' to his face (because he was one, ok?).  He physically dragged me from the classroom to the Head of Year's office, who was in the middle of a meeting with a couple of other teachers at the time.  We burst in there and Whelan Bellows "I want you to do something about this beoy!  He called me a W*ANKER!!!" and stormed off, leaving me standing there.

I should point out at this stage, that Mr Whelan was not liked amongst the staff - mainly because of the smell and his habit of picking the scabs on his pointy bald head.

So when the Head of Year and the teachers finish laughing(they did a very bad job of stifling the giggles), it was suggested that I merely stay out of his way for a few days.

Not one person in his class got more than a 'D' in A-level Computer Studies.  Even the two really techie geeky kids who sat at the front and did stuff like build their own computers and program in c++ for fun.  Only 3 people in the year after us passed the course and it got pulled the following year.

As for P.E.  I used to quite enjoy rugby (all I had to do was catch the ball and run like b*ggery up the field - and given that I was the 2nd fastest in the year at the 100 metres sprint, I was a piece of p*ss!  I was also the only person stupid enough to tackle Daniel Cadman), but we hardly ever got to play it - then it seemed to get dropped entirely and it was football every week, which I hated - I used to 'forget' my kit every week.   It got to the point where Mr Hook would just skip my name from the register.  never got a detention for it, though.

Excellent.  Whose turn is it now?

Nothing nearly as good, I was a right goody two shoes at school & dead shy & quiet (the only people who'll believe this are the ones who were there!). 

My only detention was for leaving an art class when the bell rang.  The teacher had been out of the classroom for about half an hour, so when the bell went we just packed up & left.  We had a class detention, which was the funniest thing ever, we sat down & he said "You've been very naughty, haven't you", "Yes sir!", "And you won't do it again, will you?", "No sir!", "OK, you can go now".  Aarrrgghhh!  No!  What terrible punishment!

Once led half our class out of RE, we were doing biblical charades, so I suggested Exodus!

Had a maths teacher at a-level who sent people out the class for yawning!

Has to be said, female games teachers are the worst, the guys were soft!  We had to order all our kit through the school, by our first ever PE lessons everything had come but the skirts, so the sadistic cows make a load of 12 year old girls, just started at a new school, run halfway round the school to get to the playing field in t-shirts & gym knickers!