| Report for Gareth Winslade | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 3 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 2 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 10 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
"With a partner, come up with a short scene of a bully and a victim before showing it to the class," said Mrs Young.
Following several rehearsals, Dave and I stood up to present our five-minute piece:
Me: Oi you, give me your lunch money.
At which point he punched me full in the face, thus ending the play.
Unbelievably, I then got a bollocking for 'provoking' Dave - Mrs Young clearly oblivious to the fact that a) it was a piece of theatre, and b) it was Dave who veered wildly and violently from the script.
Following several rehearsals, Dave and I stood up to present our five-minute piece:
Me: Oi you, give me your lunch money.
At which point he punched me full in the face, thus ending the play.
Unbelievably, I then got a bollocking for 'provoking' Dave - Mrs Young clearly oblivious to the fact that a) it was a piece of theatre, and b) it was Dave who veered wildly and violently from the script.
Even if it's not a law of nature that bullies will eventually turn out to be screaming mincers (or single mothers), it's so satisfying when it happens that you really want it to be.
Consider James Bain. A fat and extremely angry young man given to punching other kids and arguing with teachers, he was expelled from two secondary schools. Last seen working full-time in a motorway service station selling £3 Santana CDs with outlandishly gay relish.
He informed me one girl who, by the age of 24 had scored three children - one from a squaddie. Once attractive and stuck-up, now fat and given to trawling Friends Reunited, trying to strike up old non-friendships.
I think I feel justified in saying "Ha!" to the lot of them.
Consider James Bain. A fat and extremely angry young man given to punching other kids and arguing with teachers, he was expelled from two secondary schools. Last seen working full-time in a motorway service station selling £3 Santana CDs with outlandishly gay relish.
He informed me one girl who, by the age of 24 had scored three children - one from a squaddie. Once attractive and stuck-up, now fat and given to trawling Friends Reunited, trying to strike up old non-friendships.
I think I feel justified in saying "Ha!" to the lot of them.
An earnest attempt was made to scientifically disprove the theory that you can be killed by lighting while standing under a large beech tree in a thunder storm. This was swiftly curtailed by Mr. Walters, who yelled at us to not be so bloody stupid and get inside.