Maths English Language English Literature Science Spanish/French Technology RE Whatever Whatever Whatever.
My whatever's were Double Science, History and Art. I did German, Latin and Statistics as extras for a bit (funny story - I didn't even know I'd been studying statistics for a year until the teacher told me), though I dropped Latin because the teacher, despite being the best teacher I've ever had, ran three departments (two unofficially, of course, and probably unpaid) and could only spare half an hour every two weeks, and it just seemed like a lost cause. I got into shit for it, but everyone who stayed on failed, so pish.
I learned loads about philosophy, history and politics in those half hours, though. Not much Latin, but as the Romans said, caecilius est pater, amirite?
I dropped Art eventually too, largely because it didn't seem to be about art, but instead about imitating everything everyone else did (but not as well), and banging out twenty shitty pictures or pretentious masks for the sake of looking clever instead of making one awesome picture. After months of trying the polite, reasonable route, and the passive resistance route of bunking, to no avail, I resorted to the 'pain in the arse' route of making the teachers want me to leave even more than I did, and it worked.
I didn't drop Graphic Design, but after having monumentally awful teachers for two years (the one who convinced me to study it at GCSE having helpfully buggered off), I refused to sit the exam in protest on the grounds that (a) passing using what I'd learned while ignoring the teacher's deranged rambling about his car would have would unfairly reflect well on the school and (b) who the fuck cares about Graphic Design?
Some nobhead tried to spring the exam on me at the end of the day, after doing another exam, but fortunately my former Latin teacher was invigilating, so I told him what was going on, and he looked very, very pissed off with someone I couldn't see for a moment, then accepted the blank exam paper I'd autographed and formally protested on and let me go.
Fun times. Man, school is shit. I spent my year 8 IT classes carrying tables for the caretaker, had a bunch of PE teachers casually walk off while a gang of cunts hurled stones at my eleven year old face (a passing nurse conveniently kept me from bleeding to death), and once had a maths teacher who tried to give me detention for not bringing in my textbook, deaf to my explanation that I'd been at the House of Commons all day and had been told not to bring anything*. And this drama queen fuckwit is 'protesting' because someone in a book said 'nigger'? Get to fucking fuck.
*I ended up walking out with a pithy remark, utterly humiliating the pizza-faced cunt. I still remember the look of fear and impotent rage in his eyes, it was great. Doubly great when he tried to give me detention the next week for not doing the homework he'd set after I left, and I just laughed until he gave up.
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