Tom
I am a FH squatter
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A somewhat reflective question this.
For the most part, I think I was allright. I had friends, didn't beat anyone up (well mostly), got beaten up myself a couple of times. Did ok in lessons but didn't apply myself. Wasn't really interested in anything other than Music and Art. Got shit results, which I improved upon massively when I went to college.
The rest of the time, I was a right little twat. I gave the maths teacher serious hell, along with the rest of the class. I tore down posters advertising the 1987 election, because it was fun (got a massive bollocking from the headmaster, in front of everyone). I kicked a lad once in the back, revenge for when he tripped me up 3 years earlier. Hurt him bad as well, just like he hurt me
Got slapped by a girl after another lad told her I'd said she had 'massive tits'. Lies! Also got in a lot of trouble for being caught drinking home brewed beer (from a friend's house). Would have got away with it too, if it weren't for Craig Wilson necking a full bottle of wine and then being sick in P.E.
Oh, and there was the time I got blamed for drawing knobs all over a French book, when in reality it was the guy sat next to me. Same person who lied about the massive tits as well.
Ahhh, those were the days.
For the most part, I think I was allright. I had friends, didn't beat anyone up (well mostly), got beaten up myself a couple of times. Did ok in lessons but didn't apply myself. Wasn't really interested in anything other than Music and Art. Got shit results, which I improved upon massively when I went to college.
The rest of the time, I was a right little twat. I gave the maths teacher serious hell, along with the rest of the class. I tore down posters advertising the 1987 election, because it was fun (got a massive bollocking from the headmaster, in front of everyone). I kicked a lad once in the back, revenge for when he tripped me up 3 years earlier. Hurt him bad as well, just like he hurt me
Oh, and there was the time I got blamed for drawing knobs all over a French book, when in reality it was the guy sat next to me. Same person who lied about the massive tits as well.
Ahhh, those were the days.