Yet More Boarding School Antics
As you all know, I go to a boarding school with 'How can yye have any pudding if ye don't eat yer meat?', herein known as Jamie, as that is him name. One of our teachers, ironically called Mr. Law, does things by the book. No matter what the offense, he would have a little green notebook in which he would write our names; normally we took the piss so much that nothing more would come of it.

Once, he did back it up, but instead of a conventional detention, he scheduled a 'meeting' in his classroom. The breaktime was 25 minutes long, I had trekked back from the science block 1/2 mile away. And I needed to get ready for the next lessons. And I was hungry. I bunked, got given a proper detention with the title 'The Importance of Keeping Appointments.' Needless to say, I took the piss. The teacher on detention duty was creasing, but Law failed to get it. :)

My crowning glory was organising a lie-down protest: we all got our duvets and lay down in the corridor at bed-time. He told us to move. We didn't. Out came the green book. We laughed. He tried to climb over. Up came our legs. It was glorious; eventually he went and got the housemaster. As soon as we saw her, we calmly got up and left.

Us one, jobsworths nil.
(Mr_Jums, Thu 12 May 2005, 20:42, Reply)