I couldnt stand state school. I was at free school from four to nine years old which was a really good deal there were few of us in the class sometiems 8 0r 9 at most, just one teacher very quiet environment and we could work at anything we wanted as long as we worked at something -
The one and only teacher ran the free school because she wanted to teach that way . we were always busy learning but what we learned was in our gift.

Going to State primary was such a shock to me that I couldn't speak for the whole of my first day it was so noisy. Grammar school was even worse.I sagged off so much that my teachers were unbelievably surprised that I managed to get any O levels at all - later I went to uni as a matyre student and enjoyed it immensely.

I was the good one. My brother was greeted with "Oh! you're so-and-so's brother!" and then my my sister was greeted darkly with "Oh, you're his (my brother)'s sister."

What could you have done to make a teacher have a nervous breakdown??

I kept pretty busy. Science club, baseball, year book and newspaper photographer.

As a Senior I was the Big Pharma on Campus. Take it as you may but the Principal decided that I will Graduate regardless of my grades or attendance. I had the largest Afro too. And my GF was an honor student. My reputation was such that 2 years later my college GF was doing her teacher practice in my H.S. and when the then seniors found out she was my GF... nobody messed with her anymore and was treated with the most respect. Needless to say that my college GF asked me... "Now really, who really were you in High School? They saw you coming to pick me up one time and everything changed." Sometimes you have no idea who you really are in the eyes of others coming behind you. Class of 1972, Central High School.

I hated most of high school. I never sat in the front. Some times in the back, but mostly some place in the middle.
I never caused any trouble that I can remember, but some of my teachers seemed to dislike me a lot.

By alhpabetical order, I found myself front and center in senior English. I was known for falling asleep in that role.

I’m sorry your teacher had a nervous breakdown. My dad was a teacher and my brother is a sub. It hurt their health from the stress of it.

Sorry... im not that guy. I did my own thing. So i wasnt popular.... just a face.

In high school, I was first flute in band, orchestra and marching band. This earned me the first seat in the front row. That's my dark head behind Mr. Stubb's left hand.

I was such a good student, I didn't skip school on senior skip day. Classmates awarded me "Best Manners," "Most Poised" and "Best Dressed."

Inexplicably, I was selected Queen of the Junior Prom. Running behind, I was hastily ironing in the hem of the prom dress I made. My nose dripped onto the peach satin. Oh, no! I broke out into hives. Mom threw me into a cool bath with baking soda. She told my boyfriend, Dave, to sit down and wait.

At the prom, Dave called me the "Queen Bee" all night because I had hives. We laughed all night long.

I threatened a teacher, who the day before struck one of my friends on the head with a textbook. My friend had put his head down on his desk for a moment.... and this asshle tried to slam a hardback book down on the desk next to his head, but missed and clobbered my buddy. This REALLY PISSED ME OFF. I fumed about this the rest of the day and evening. The next day, I laid my head down on my desk, exactly like my buddy had done. I watched this fat, arrogant, asshle striding towards me through barely opened eyes. Just as he raised that f+cking textbook over his head to slam it down, I pulled my father's 1911 service 45 automatic out from under my windbreaker and put the end of the barrel on his nose, and pulled back the hammer. I then told him that if he ever tried to hit me, or my friends again, I'd blow his head off.
The following week, I was delivered by my dad to Culver Military Academy, where I happily fit right in, and graduated from with honors.....
Pretty cool! Eh?

I didn't get a seat.

Wait. what? Your teacher had a nervous breakdown because of you badness, while you sat 1st row, centered? Um. Just wanting to confirm....

I was boring and so well behaved that I am ashamed of my behavior back then. I was a science geek