All I wanted to do was Revise.
The library has become a big no-no for revision. All I end up doing is waiting around for the next capri-sun/fag break. So I took it upon myself to go into school and get some revision done, bang out an essay and get it marked in the same day.
After 20 minutes of work and half an essay the room is filled with year7s. They pose for me, scream incredibly high and ask what i’m doing. After 10 minutes of ignoring them, I finally succomb to their charm and…leave.
I should not that it’s my old school, as i’ve now officially left. That’s Tiffin Boys Grammar School located in Kingston Upon Thames, Surrey, just for the benefit of all the paedophiles out there.
Obviously not a very good school if pupils can’t spell grammar