Primary school: We had a slope to the side of the school, it was about 6 tiers of flat, slope, flat, slope, etc. The school were kind enough to put up this shiny, sexy new adventure course/playground thing on the all bar the bottom tier. That's a 5 tier adventure playground. Yes, it was fucking awesome. Then some little runt breaks his arm on it, so no one's allowed on it. Next year they decide to let us on it on some days, read as we were told on the day "You can play on the slope". The kid got hurt again. We spent the next few years looking at it longingly.
Secondary school: We had an admirabley sized field. Nothing special, but it was ours and it was flat. We were only allowed on it during the summer. Not during the nice days of Autumn, certainly not during winter in case someone fell over on the frozen mud (When tarmac is so much better). There was also "The sixth form area". The sixth form couldn't give 2 shits for it, but the teachers threw a fit and a half when we were on it. Thing is, they didn't learn, they'd whine, we'd be there. Weeks later they'd see us and whine. This continued for the whole day with several different teachers. Let's not even get started on the head of sixth form, Hell, this guy deserves a whole paragraph to himself.
Me and my friend were prefects, and god damnit we were the best. The school rules were so ridiculious that we took up the one role that would let us avoid them. If that statement sounds insane, you see how bad things were. During one duty a group of pikies who, honestly, shouldn't even have been in the school show up. They start somethign with my mate. The head of sixth form blames US for it. This is the same head of sixth form who wanted us to stop stopping people coming through, aka, OUR JOBS, because 2 of his favourite sixth forms thought we were being harsh becaue the kids claimed to need the toilet (They always did this. Believe me. I'm not saying that to excuse myself, they genuinely said that just to be let through so they could brag as they left. If you wanna call us cruel, then you're a dissilusioned fool who doesn't know that there are many 3 other bathroom batches (and it was a small school). His sixth forms had no idea what was going on so they just decided we were opressing the kids. He sided with them over us, because whereas they only saw it from the stairs and gave us an earfull themselves, we weren't his precious little pets. In fact, any time he found out that you weren't staying on to continue education there, he'd pretty much mark you as a lost cause. And of course there were assemblies. I think we all know that pain.
Am I the only one shocked that no other british escapists have mentioned citizenship lessons? A lesson where, honestly, the school don't even know what they're meant to be teaching.
Edit: Uniform. I don't object to uniform, after all, I'm not some whiny, anti conformity child who think that other people need to know just how different I am to them, but the trousers... School trousers, from a school supplier, from a manufacturer who doesn't understand that some people are really bloody skinny. I have insanely long legs, and a tiny waist. I can either wear spandex if I get trousers for my waist, or I can look like MC Hammer if I get them the right length for my legs. I'm pretty sure it played a serious part in my now having a rather hgih pitched voice.
To cheer things up, I'm now going to have myself a fond memory. One of the ways around the internet blocking, Smart Filter as it was called at my school, was to use words they could not have considered. Foreign words. Igre was czech or something for games, so we'd go to igre.cz for flash games some of the time. One time, we forgot if it was spelt igre or igra, and we also forgot to use .cz rather than .com. The result? We spent a lesson on
www.igra.com
Back to unhappiness, apart from the year 10 english teacher who'd make a child look like a doctor, there was a science teacher who really, really, REALLY had it in for me and my mate. To the point where after half term, due to rotors and crap he hadn't seen us for a month or 2 and the first thing he does before we've even gotten comfortable in our seats is gives us one of those cliched warnings... This is somewhat made up for by the biology teacher who poured ethanol onto the table to clear up some ink and with whom we spoke to about Viagra, the origin of AIDS and many other interesting things, and the 70 year old nutter who, for one of the computer lessons spent 5 minutes walking around making sure that we had all found the start menu. I think the fact that we were all playing the same zombie survival game told him everything he needed to know about our technical prowess.
Edit Edit: OK, the link doesn't work, but if you type in the adress yourself, it'll be right there.