We had a French teacher called mini who we used to lock in the cupboard so we didn't have to do anything to do with learning. Another French teacher we had we once when she came back from France with stickers to do with France she gave them to us to each take one so me and another boy to the lot and we stuck them all on our faces and she broke down in tears and we felt so guilty we stuck them back on the sheet and passed them around and the boy I did this with had been ostracised as he ran his finger round the back of a guy under the trouser line and we thought he was gay for what he did to Fungus. I made friends with him again in French class and he became one of the boys again and I invited him to stay at mine and when he turned it was obviously cooler to stay at Maddog's. Another time in French i took in a water pistol and squirted the teacher with it.