Our teacher wasn't very clever and on one occasion he said 'I'm taking the keys, so don't be letting the handbrake off' or something like that. I thought to myself 'Complete fail' and got out the bus only to see it do one fast without him in it. The whole thing was a fail, as was the 3 GCSE's. You was in a different class every week and never with the same people. One week I'd be learning basic time table and the next I'd be mastering quantim physics. Honestly, you'd literally walk around the school knocking on doors with the teacher 'Room for one more?' and they'd usually say no which meant I got to go home more often than not, but let's be honest, what 15 year old refuses to go home?



Benni.