Advantages Brings back memories
Disadvantages Jonathan might punch me!
For this review, I am concentrating on my time at Secondary School, The Hermitage School in Chester le Street. I have pulled out all the memories in chronological order, from me starting as a little wee nipper in Year 7, to me leaving 6TH Form in Year 13.These are some of the funniest, ranging to the most embarrassing memories of my time at Hermitage. I enjoyed school, and was a high grade pupil. However, I did have my lapses at times! For the more faint hearted Ciao members, you just might want to skip past entries 2 and 3, as they are not the cleanest subjects!!
So, let them roll….1. Mrs Riley, the Witch
When we started in year 7, our very first lesson at Hermitage was English, for whom we were timetabled with Mrs Riley. In real life, Mrs Riley is a superb teacher and a friend, eventually becoming my year co-ordinator and A-level English Teacher in 6th Form. However, in Year 7 terms, we saw her as something different!Just because she shouted at someone in the first lesson we had with her, and she had black hair, the rumours soon started to spread that she was a witch! Black cat in the desk, broom and cauldron in the cupboard! We used to imagine her going through the spell books, and cook up vile homework and questions for us at night! We tried to keep this a secret, until she decided to pick up a certain boy called Peter’s draft English book. In the back of this, covering a whole page, was a caricature drawing of Mrs R, in a black hat, with a cauldron beside her, and some great exaggeration to her front teeth. To make matters worse, the words J.RILEY were printed underneath!
I don’t think the poor boy recovered to this day from what happened after that, because I would have rather been thrown in a hot cauldron rather than face his fate!!!2. XXX-rated Pottery
We were making Pottery houses for art, under the guidance of Mrs Thompson. Mrs Thompson didn’t seem to have much control over the class idiots, so she was over by them, giving them a mouthful for throwing clay. Jonathan, Martin and I were on a table to ourselves, and we decided to make sausage competitions. Jonathan, however, got a little silly, rolled the clay into a lump, squatted down, and threw it on the floor with a suitable sound effect.“That’s disgusting”, were my words. Jonathan, however, being a twelve year old, had hormones floating round his body. A maniac glint came into his eye, and said “It’s going to be even more disgusting by the time I’ve finished with it!” He immediately picked more clay and divided it, and rolled it into two balls. He stuck them on, and did a bit of crafting. What he showed us left Martin and me in shock, a pottery penis!!!!
“Watch this” were the words. He held it in a suitable position and turned around. Little did he know that Mrs Thompson had come over from the idiots, and was going to check out work!! “GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!” shouted in the loudest possible voice was the next thing I heard, and poor Jonathan was relieved of his sordid item. I can tell you this; Jonathan has never lived this event down in his life, even though I know he wants to forget it!!
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