196. We play a students/teachers game of soccer and beat them.  Other students line the outside of the pitch and cheer, some for the teachers and some for us.  There are always a few good teachers, but it is easy to dribble past most of them.

197. We use our calculators. Before the teacher gets organised, my friend tells me a riddle, then turns the calculator upside down to reveal the answer. (The numbers, when upside down, look like letters.)

198. The teacher reads us a story and gets really involved in it. I mean really involved in it. They shout and rant and rave, and even let fly drops of spit. I love it.

199. My work is so good that I must go and show it to another teacher. There is a hint of the unexpected here, because some of the teachers will show my work to their class.  Others will give me a treat.  Others will pat me on the back.  It is all good. And a little bit embarrassing too.

200. I am the first one to get out at lunch time. It is so weird seeing the playground empty, and I feel like the King of it all.  I can sit where I want.  I can say and do as I please. I sort of claim the school as my own.

(Copy copyright: I love school when teachers accidentally spit on a kid while they are reading, and the kid just pretends it didn’t happen.)