Infants school...
 
Seeing my mother leaving, cried most of the morning.
 
Free milk...Thatcher Thatcher the milk snatcher.
 
52p in an envelope each week for school dinner.
 
Junior school...
 
Chips and salad.
 
Mr Peterson, English teacher at junior school...he was the best.
 
One kid carrying a jug of custard accidentally spilling it all over himself.
 
Griffin , Phoenix , Unicorn and Dragon houses.
 
The taste of recorder disinfectant.
 
The Sunday night before going back to school after 6 weeks holiday...I was sitting on the back doorstep listening to 'Ring my bell' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPYese-Hl8M
 
Highschool...
 
The first day at highschool...I was shaking...turned out I had sunstroke.
 
The history teacher...I can't remember him actually being in the class for more than 5 minutes...got an F for history.
 
Being in a math class with 40 other children...not much learning getting done mainly remember the teacher shouting to try and get order.
 
Virtually no homework.
 
School on the whole was pretty crap, I hated it, I feel they let me down, I could have gone to university had they taught me properly....when my sister had kids she made sure they went to a decent school, not the one we went to.
 
Once I left school and went to college things got better, better teachers, better subjects, high grades even distinctions in some subjects...so it all turned out OK in the end, but who knows what I could have achieved?
 
 
 
 
 
 

Oooo...  Just remembered a fun Junior High trick.  In an electrical shop class you put the tip of a cold soldering gun into one of those big cans of flux then, right before everyone was told to go back into the classroom area, you plug in the soldering gun and head back to class.  In about 5-10 minutes the tip heated up and this wonderful god-awful cloud of smoke was created in the shop area.  Followed by a stern talking to the class by the teacher after he ran out there to see what was going on (naturally no one confessed or tattled on whoever did it THAT time  ).

First day in Jr.High (7th grade)
Me and a friend had to battle with a gang of 9 Latinos because we were in their area.
We went back to that area on day two...they thought we were crazy so left us alone after they told
us we were crazy. We told them we went wherever we wanted and would. No more problems with them for three years.
 
Next day me and my friend were told we had three days to get our hair cut or we would be suspended until it was. We did.
 
After that everything went downhill until I graduated because I was a long-hair rock & roll musician that found it hard to conform to programmed thinking....and taking ****.
 
 
 
Ok...my friend and I.
(Steve may be reading this LOL) 

I lent a friend my copy of Sgt Peppers.
 
On the way home on the school bus, the record slid out of the sleeve and rolled down the centre aisle. I was mortified!!
 
 

Talking of the bus journey home, me & a couple of mates would always get off 2 stops early so we could spend some time ogling a music store. Noses pressed against the glass looking at all these fabulous instruments that none of us could ever dream of owning.

Mike Reynolds hitting me over the back of the head with a wooden cosh in technical drawing...
 
..he also stabbed 'Beaky' Topham in between the shoulder blades with a compass/divider...
 
..and threw a chair at Mrs Mallelieu...
 
..he may have had issues...

Iconic of the era, Madness and Baggy trousers

Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJOLwy7un3U

I'll never forget the prom:

Winter....... school heating broken down, so allowed ( or had to ) wear coats in class . Kid in front row wearing a fishtail parka with a mod target on the back.....
 
Dismantle Bic biro to make surprisingly effective "pea" shooter. Peas in this case being soggy chewed up paper from school books ......ready.........aim........fire!
 
Laughing hysterically at the amount of soggy paper "peas" stuck to his back as he left the lesson an hour later totally unaware of the fun that had been had behind him. :)
 

I was, admittedly, a giant jackass at school. At age 10 I had a math teacher called Mrs Harrison who loathed and detested me because I disrupted every single lesson with clownery and never did any work. She spent the whole year telling me I was a born failure.

At the end of the year, we had a math exam. On the day when the results came in, she came into class looking like someone who was about to deliver some very bad news. So we started pressing her to reveal the results. Being a jackass, I led the chorus with "How'd I do? How'd I do?" and banging on my desk.

She got redder and redder and the veins in her forehead looked like they were going to explode. "YOU, JAMES," she calmly explained, "CAME TOP. TOP OF THE YEAR IN FACT."

I'm afraid I didn't take the news very well. I think dancing was involved.