Idle threats...
In my final year of primary school, I was due to be one of the three kings. I rehearsed where to stand and where to put the gold (I had no lines), I was fitted for a crown (I have a big head) and cape, I practices liioking at The Little Baby Jesus with suitable reverence - the whole nine yards.

On the day of the performance, I dared to ask my bitch of a teacher a question without putting my hand up, she shouted at me until I cried, then told me I couldn't be in the Nativity play anymore. Gotta love that Christian attitude.

This really upset me. I had rehearsed, my parents were coming and so on. And the bitch let me believe all day that I wasn't going to be in the play. She even kept telling me, smiling at every tear she extracted.

So when 4 o'clock rolled around (the play was due to start at 4:30) the fucker said "I've decided that I should allow you to be in the nativity, so you don't ruin it to everyone".

Relief washed through me, my parents journey to see me wouldn't be wasted.

So, full of gratitude, I said to my teacher: "no".

She looked stunned for a moment and said "what?"

So again I said "no"

She said "what? What do you mean "no"?"

I told her how I felt "Why should I? You've been mean and horrible and everything to me all day! Why should I?"

I got hauled up in front of the headmaster, who told me that I would go to hell should I continue down this path. But still I dug my heels in. He then told me (for the second time, it has to be said) that I was a waste of space and I would never, ever amount to anything and that I should be grateful that I am allowed to appear in his Nativity play.

Can you imagine? A grown man, in such a position of responsibilty, telling a 10-year-old that he would never amount to anything.

I laughed.

The nativity had two kings that year.
(ScousersPet, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 11:07, 5 replies)

WYH, to you, sir!
Those sad cunts who go into teaching seemingly only to assert themselves over children.

Woo, Yay and even the near extinct Houpla, sir, you deserve it.
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Fri 27 Mar 2009, 11:47, closed)

Well, did you?
Amount to something? (just to spite him, obviously)
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 27 Mar 2009, 12:18, closed)

Nah not really
I'm just an average bloke with an average job. I'm just your average white collar, suburbanite slob. Y'know, I like football and porn and books about war...

But I'm happy, so fuck him.

I actually saw the old headmaster at the opera a couple of years back, he's still a fat cunt.
(ScousersPet, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 12:31, closed)

ta for the denis leary reference
and good for you re the headmaster. in fact, both of the teachers sound like right gits.
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 16:47, closed)

Girl..
Crying when you were ten!

At ten I had fathered one child and had 6 others on the way!

If any Daily Mail/Express writers want proof of this the please contact me.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 13:21, closed)