The Good old school days!!!!! Part one

I remember when i first went to school in England and had to lug my heavy school bag around. There i was standing thinking to myself "where am i? what am i doing here?" I didn't know anyone and i was just plain scared. As i was led to my class all my memories from back home came flooding back... 

Man i really loved school then... I mean the stuff we got up to... lets just say we were a rowdy bunch...

First was hitting the tennis ball into the construction site for 6 nearly every day... and then trying to get the ball back... that really made the teachers mad but hey that's all that we could play it was either cricket or football and i don't think dealing with scraped knee's was high on the teachers agenda. Ok so the first term passed relatively peacefully accept for the time i got thrown out of class for not talking... I couldn't believe it... I always talked with plan and never got caught but the one time i decide to pay attention the teacher thinks i am the one who is talking and get thrown out. Talk about what goes around come around. 

so came term 2... now that was the settling in term as we moved from the downstairs class rooms to the upstairs class rooms. let me just add we had set class rooms. There was no need to move around with a heavy bag because the teachers came to us rather then us going to them... no wonder we had a relaxed time. Anyways coming back to term 2 it was new students new teachers and a whole load of new rules. For one we had gotten uniforms which made us look like waitresses in a restaurant. But hey it beat some of the uniforms the other kids in other schools were wearing. As the months passed we came to end of Feb when the year 8's locked the teachers in the staff room. Yes we had a small faculty of teachers. Back to locking the teachers well as usual us year sevens got blamed... why because we had a reputation for playing pranks on nearly everyone. As far as punishments were concerned this was one of the worst ones... we had to stand out in the quadrangle for all the school to see and face up looking at sun. After 10 minutes looking up into the fiery rays of the sun the year 9's decided to step in and show the teachers who the real culprits were. That set the tone to the battle between the year 7's and year 8's which would climax on April fools day. The weeks before that were a nightmare since both years were trying to prove that they were the supreme pranksters. It all came down to April's fool when they year 8's decided to scare the teachers into thinking one of their class mates had collapsed and died. I felt that was going to far but some of the teachers did actually get scared and run to the class room where the alleged dead body was. They were in for a shocker or at least the year 8's were since they teachers did not take it kindly to frightened like that. So yeah they were in detention that lunch time. It was time for the year 7's to show the school that we were smart, cunning and clever. Basically we flooded the whole school. How we managed to get away with it to this day i will never know but we got away and reigned supreme. We were the king's of pranksters. 

The school i was standing in here in England was nothing like back home. Grey and dreary with everyone rushing to get to class on time i felt alone and sad... i missed my teachers and friends and wanted to head back home... What prison had i ended up in?