a.g.l.a.
Mr Gregory was our geography teacher in year 2. We hated him, so formed (and my toes curl at the memory) the Anti Gregory Liberation Army.
The IRA and SAS can sleep easy in their beds - our rebellion stretched as far as making small badges with a picture of a beard drawn on with the wobbly green letters 'AGLA' underneath. These were then worn under the lapels of our blazers.
Our one tactical strike was putting the clock forward 10 minutes in lessons so we could get out early. Plot was foiled when Gregory, er, looked at his watch. No members of the AGLA ever went on to serve in the Gulf War.
The IRA and SAS can sleep easy in their beds - our rebellion stretched as far as making small badges with a picture of a beard drawn on with the wobbly green letters 'AGLA' underneath. These were then worn under the lapels of our blazers.
Our one tactical strike was putting the clock forward 10 minutes in lessons so we could get out early. Plot was foiled when Gregory, er, looked at his watch. No members of the AGLA ever went on to serve in the Gulf War.
written by Ia*n M*son, approved by Log
We did the same thiing, but it was for a horrendous supply teacher called Mrs. Cosgrove. It was called C.A.C. or 'Campaign Against Cosgrove' Basically our battle plan was to write 'C.A.C' everywhere and make her life misery. Although she did that pretty well her self.
written by an*ny*ous *ser, disapproved by Log
Am guilty of the same. In 5th grade, our teacher, Mrs Mayhew was just shy of retirement age by a year or two and still very fond of teaching methods taught to her in the 1930s.
Since this was the 1970s, and progeessive new teaching methods were in evidence all over the school, we thought little of her skills, and she replied with a fondness for equally archaic methods of attitude adjustment.
I formed a group, MH (Mayhew Haters) which was supposed to be a underground, except the entire class enlisted.
She noticed the logo appearing allover her classroom, found out I was the chief revolutionary and it bought me a trip to the school psychologist.
Since this was the 1970s, and progeessive new teaching methods were in evidence all over the school, we thought little of her skills, and she replied with a fondness for equally archaic methods of attitude adjustment.
I formed a group, MH (Mayhew Haters) which was supposed to be a underground, except the entire class enlisted.
She noticed the logo appearing allover her classroom, found out I was the chief revolutionary and it bought me a trip to the school psychologist.
written by an*ny*ou* u*er, disapproved by Log
Mr Gregory was actually my form teacher for 2 years, the poor sod, and there are many more amusing stories than the one below. Such as the fact that his nickname was Mr Buggery (or if you wanted to REALLY disrepect him, simply "Buggery". With hindsight I actually feel quite sorry for him as he was one of the most pathetic people I have ever met. We used to make him cry simply by ignoring him during form registration. He would lose his temper, which was hilarious and would make us all piss ourselves, then he would cry. And sometimes we would be really nice to him for just 5 minutes to lull him into a false sense of security before locking him in his own cupboard. I suspect he eventually had a nervous breakdown.
written by Hu*h Est*ll, disapproved by Susan