12-03-2004, 09:33 AM
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Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: LA
Posts: 11,190
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Originally posted by charly
My last year at school was hell, I hated it and the teachers hated me. I played truant for most of the year, truant was a problem in our school.
They decided that after taking the register of who was at school it would go to the school secretary for her to check who was in and who was not. They needed one kid to go around a collect all the registers and deliver them to the secretary, they chose me.
After that I was free for the rest of the day. They knew I was going and glad to see the back of me.
We had a school uniform that was regulation wear for most. My Mother would dress me in every day and then go to work. When she was out of the house I changed into my "Rockers" gear. Never thought she had a clue, until a few years ago when she told she knew what was happening as my uniform never got dirty and my Leather and jeans did. 
Best day was when I left school, had to get a real job and take a pay cut, but I was free. Never looked back and never set a foot back in the place.
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