I'll be the one that writes on desks and sawing the edge of them with a ruler.
I did that in the 4th form, carved all sorts of stuff onto my desk, then a friend and I dug a big hole into my desk using protractors. Girl next to us told the Head, and we were called in to see her. My friend thought the interview we had with the Head was ok, and nothing more was said.
..and if anyone in the world has that desk I want it back.
Anyone linking threads to the Daily Mail would be forced to undergo 'diversity training' and beaten with rolled up copies of the Guardian until they think they way they are supposed too.
Not sure if you're on the same thread as me but I take it you are drawing a parallel between DS and a public school? Yes, I can see the similarity. All those spartan living conditions, a lack of parental love, abandonment issues and fagging for the big boys. (And I mean that 'fagging' in the public school sense). Being taught by unqualified teachers, made to run round the sports field in a vest, whilst the teachers drink claret and laugh at us...
If DS was a school, General Discussion would be taking place outside the Headteachers office, with all of us sitting in line waiting to face the music!
It'd be like 'Kes' where the little lad that goes to the Head with a message ends up being caned...
Remedial class for the illiterate and the utterly clueless who cannot read or comprehend, cannot spell simple words like one or too (no, I don't mean two!), string a sentence together, construct an intelligible thread title or opening post, communicate a topic or coherent argument, manage their personal hygiene or carry out daily tasks such as putting on their trousers or socks without seeking advice and help, although naturally they are far too clueless to be able to find the Advice forum.
Thank you for application for the position of perfect. You will be informed of our decision in due course.
Balls. Note to self: if you're going to try and be a smartarse, do a cursory spell check before pressing 'post'...
Now in keeping with the thread topic, I will write out the incorrect word 100 times.
Bottom of the league tables because the intelligent pupils were being held back by the disruptive kids who don't want to learn and try to rule through bullying.
Balls. Note to self: if you're going to try and be a smartarse, do a cursory spell check before pressing 'post'...
Now in keeping with the thread topic, I will write out the incorrect word 100 times.
I thought it was a school the way some go on about you can not post this that or the other on here, picking people up on spelling,proper grammar, still it all adds to the fun of DS
Bottom of the league tables because the intelligent pupils were being held back by the disruptive kids who don't want to learn and try to rule through bullying.
Balls. Note to self: if you're going to try and be a smartarse, do a cursory spell check before pressing 'post'...
Now in keeping with the thread topic, I will write out the incorrect word 100 times.
Prefect
Prefect
Prefect
Prefect
Etc...etc..
Oh, how I laughed.
Now you have to go stand in the corridor where everyone can see your shame.
I would be the one standing outside with my ear pressed to the door to see what really goes on in that secret sixth form common room having left school long before then.
Bottom of the league tables because the intelligent pupils were being held back by the disruptive kids who don't want to learn and try to rule through bullying.
(Makes paper aeroplane, and writes on wing...pssst, what does Nine-twenty mean?)
John Cleese played a Headmaster in the film "Clockwise" and anyone that he spotted misbehaving had to be outside his office at 9:20am that morning / the next morning.
So, he did a lot of shouting "nine-twenty!" at people.
Not sure if you're on the same thread as me but I take it you are drawing a parallel between DS and a public school? Yes, I can see the similarity. All those spartan living conditions, a lack of parental love, abandonment issues and fagging for the big boys. (And I mean that 'fagging' in the public school sense). Being taught by unqualified teachers, made to run round the sports field in a vest, whilst the teachers drink claret and laugh at us...
I do sort of see what you mean, but I was thinking it more of a correctional facility run by the uber-politically correct where anything such as gender-specific terms meet with harsh punishments.
It would be probably run by lesbians. Ugly ones that look like blokes.
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..and if anyone in the world has that desk I want it back.
Not sure if you're on the same thread as me but I take it you are drawing a parallel between DS and a public school? Yes, I can see the similarity. All those spartan living conditions, a lack of parental love, abandonment issues and fagging for the big boys. (And I mean that 'fagging' in the public school sense). Being taught by unqualified teachers, made to run round the sports field in a vest, whilst the teachers drink claret and laugh at us...
(Makes paper aeroplane, and writes on wing...pssst, what does Nine-twenty mean?)
It'd be like 'Kes' where the little lad that goes to the Head with a message ends up being caned...
Oh right, you meant that sort of caned.:o
Still applies
the teachers lounge
Thank you for application for the position of perfect. You will be informed of our decision in due course.
Clever word play. (I think).
Now in keeping with the thread topic, I will write out the incorrect word 100 times.
Prefect
Prefect
Prefect
Prefect
Etc...etc..
Sounds like you're describing my old school.:D
DS would be a school in Special Measures.
- Pollyanna Prisspot, schoolmarm.
Oh, how I laughed.
Now you have to go stand in the corridor where everyone can see your shame.
I would be the one standing outside with my ear pressed to the door to see what really goes on in that secret sixth form common room having left school long before then.
Shut up speccy four eyes.
John Cleese played a Headmaster in the film "Clockwise" and anyone that he spotted misbehaving had to be outside his office at 9:20am that morning / the next morning.
So, he did a lot of shouting "nine-twenty!" at people.
I do sort of see what you mean, but I was thinking it more of a correctional facility run by the uber-politically correct where anything such as gender-specific terms meet with harsh punishments.
It would be probably run by lesbians. Ugly ones that look like blokes.
I post in chatter a lot