My Story

When my mates and I walked into school, we really couldn’t be bothered. None of us enjoyed school; neither did anyone else in our year. To make it worse first lesson was maths. I probably would like maths, if I understand any of it. It just looks like jumbled up numbers with a few letters on a page. I mean, letters are meant to be for English lessons, not maths.  We got into school and loads of people in my set were in a huddle listening to one person in particular. Apparently they had all made a plan to make maths ‘fun’.

After form we all trudged up stairs ready for the best maths lesson ever. We had just started writing down the third example when one boy stood up and ripped up his maths book. We all then stood up and did the same. While half of us ran down the stairs to the lockers, a couple people ran into the classrooms kicking the blackboards until they broke. By this time nearly half the school were behind us painting all the lockers white and all the toilets black. One boy in year 11 ran into our head masters office and stole the keys. The whole school ran out and we locked the gates behind us.

That is how we got away from homework, tests and teachers.