The Reason I Hate School...
At school I was a little shit, although I think this incident may explain a little bit of how I turned out this way...

I was in Year 5 at Junior School (So I'd be 10), and for some strange reason, we were taken on a field trip to Hull (I think it may have been something to do with slavery).

So, we're walking round the streets, with four staff members for company, and they're trying to impress us by telling us random facts about Hull. It was all going well, until when we were having our lunch (a top notch packed lunch ;-)), someone found it funny to slip some salt into a teachers tea. It went down like the proverbial mug of sick.

We all got a little bit of a shouting at, so we all kept plodding along regardless, until, with about 20 yards to go to the bus, I was too busy talking to one of my mates, and I failed to see the lamppost I was walking directly towards.

I hit it fully face on, breaking my nose, 6 teeth, my jaw, and lastly, my new glasses. I only relay this to you as a second hand tale, as I woke up in hospital the next morning, with no recollection of the previous day.

Apparently, it was the last time our school ever went to Hull. Can't say I blame them.
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