(30 Mar 2015, 4:41 pm)MurdnunoC wrote Nowt much I'm afraid in my case.

I was the kind of guy who persuaded others to get into trouble at school while I sat laughing in the background.

I managed to get into a few fights, defaced someones homework diary and shoved a plastic ruler down the back of a radiator. That's all I can remember really.

Snap! I got on well with my teachers, so even when I did do something wrong, they turned a blind eye. As I'm sure I've said previously, I treated my teachers with respect but also treated them like human beings rather than some sort of alien who isn't just like you or I. For that, most of the teachers respected me in return.

Regarding P.E, I didn't really partake in any P.E lessons from the middle of Year 9 until I left during February in Year 12. Rugby was always the sport boys had to do from September until January, and I hated it with a passion. Running up and down a field, getting stamped on by metal studs, and finishing absolutely filthy, was not my kind of thing at all. I preferred football, which we played during the spring term. Cricket was the sport I enjoyed the most in Years 7 and 8, as it was during the summer when it was sunny and warm (the majority of the time!) The end of term was the best, as we played various indoor sports, including dodgeball. I am quite competitive, and this is the sort of thing I liked to get involved in.

In Year 9, we started to have more freedom. Boys could join girls if they so wished, and it was up to us which sport we played. In return, we had to complete some sort of fitness exercise at the start of each lesson. Whether it was "the bleep test", or the one where you run round a 100m square for ten minutes, I hated it. That's when I started to drop out of P.E lessons more frequently.

In Year 10, I decided to take an additional GCSE, and as such, dropped P.E altogether. I decided it would be better for my future if I could have an additional GCSE rather than running around for two hours on an afternoon. This continued in Year 11. The P.E teachers didn't really care as they had given up on my year group by this point. None of us were particularly athletic and the fair majority of us preferred just messing around and playing upbeat pop music very loudly through some speakers we managed to acquire. This year, I wasn't even allocated a P.E lesson, as there was a clash between A Level English and the hour-long P.E lesson. I didn't complain!