(17 May 2014, 8:36 pm)Dan wrote My school life is probably pretty different to yours, and I know we get away with a hell of a lot of stuff we wouldn't in a normal school.

Our teachers get a hell of a lot of cheek from us, and most of them actually laugh as if it's some sort of banter we have with them.

I know I've had a full blown argument with one of my teachers before, with my entire class just sitting there awkwardly listening. I'm a teacher's worst nightmare in an argument because I can literally sit there and quote the school policies and inform the teacher how they've failed to abide by them and how they are therefore not fulfilling their duty as a teacher. Usually finish up an argument with a smartarse comment along the lines of, "If you think you're right - you can come and discuss this with me and the Head after this lesson?" They soon pipe down.

There are some great teachers in my school though. Really get on well with a lot of them, and can sit there and talk for an hour or so when I'm free and they aren't teaching. Even better when they're up for a bitch about other teachers too!

My Design/Art teacher is just like that. She'll tell you absolutely ANYTHING.

I myself have had an argument with a teacher. One of the History teachers at my school teachers me another subject under the Humanities department known as Explore. It was Period 5 on a Wednesday, and while she was babbling on about how her boyfriend (god knows how she got one)'s mother owned a hair salon, and one of my mates stated openly that he was bored.

Suddenly she started to have a go at him to the point that he began to bubble and cry. I stood up and told her to back off, and that the kid had sensitivity issues. She sent me outside.

We continued outside, and I told her that I had heard stories where a student had told her to 'F*** off' and that she then had a tearful meltdown. I then called her nothing but an 'insecure mess', and as I re-entered the room, she curled up in a ball outside, crying her eyes out.

I didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse, and everyone clapped in agreement. As she pulled herself together, we openly discussed everything we hated about her.

Fair enough she may have been upset by what I said, but she needed to take a hard look at herself.