I confess it was me that locked Miss Brennan, the worse teacher I have ever had the disappointment in being a pupil of, in the book cupboard.
She was so popular that not one pupil, teacher or cleaner heard her until 11 p.m. That night.
I confess to frightening Miss Thomas to the point she ran from the class, by letting my ferret loose under her desk and he ran up her leg!
When she returned there was no sign of the ferret.
I confess that Miss Dew, our cookery teacher wondered where the flour bomb came from as she walked home.
I confess to being the brains behind several of the boys actually lifting the Head's car, wading across the shallow pond and parking it on the island.
I confess that unless a teacher had discipline I never worked for them.
I confess that in one examination all I did was write my name on the top of the paper and walk out to go riding (I got 3% for that - perhaps I should have paid more attention in class to understand that working out!)
I confess that I was never able to believe folk who said "Schooldays are the best days of your life." Thank heavens they were wrong!