186. We have ‘Convict Day’, and dress up as convicts. And the teachers have organised for us to …scrub the corridor…walk in leg irons…make and wear toe-rags…be lined up against the fence in stocks…scrub clothes in an old copper pot…

187. The teacher gets too carried away inside a book.

188. I can’t find my pen, and a kid in the class who I hardly even know, lets me use their spare pen.

189 The teacher tells someone else to pick up the rubbish I have dropped.

190. For Father’s Day we have to write about a significant male in our lives. I write a description of the teacher and I say how good he is, and how much I like the lessons. He gives me one of his knowing smiles and says, ‘You are a manipulator!’ I grin because he rewards everyone with extra sport time. And everyone thanks me.

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