'Shall we ask sir if he is gay?'
'No let's just ask Basil - he's always bumming him'
'Yeah Basil is such a twat'
The first bit of advice I'd give to you, my dear year tens that I confiscated this note from, would be to never leave a paper trail.
Secondly, if you're planning some mischief it really helps to stay focused. If you want to infer that I bat for the other side, drive on the opposite side of the road, am a bit Graham Norton if you please, then you really need to get on with it or you'll miss your window of opportunity and find me peering over your shoulder wondering if it's the way I walk.
Thirdly, and most importantly, if I see you frantically trying to hide an innocuous looking piece of paper you can bet your cigarette money that I'm going to want to read it. If you thrust it in my face and say: 'sir! Read this!' I'll probably just think you've gone a bit mad and throw it in the bin, or possibly throw you in the bin with it still in your hand depending on what mood I'm in.
My year tens really are just losers. Added to this note I had the I'd-get-it-if-I-could-really-be-bothered-but-life's-much-easier-if-I-don't-try-and-just-blame-my-teacher-if-I-fail attitude from two girls. And another one of them even stole my lesson plan.
Seriously: losers.
