Detention? You mean you didn't hide?
I guess the most amusing thing in my schooling career was the German trip a couple of years back. The morning after we'd docked breakfast was served in a different place from the first morning, and I spent like half an hour searching for it. As I was waiting for my tea to brew (stupid pathetic breakfast that second morning) I reckon it was Jamie and Crofty came to get me. Mr Croston gave me a scalding, and then felt sorry for me the rest of the trip.
Especially as I spent another half an hour scared stiff climbing down all the stairs from the spire of one of the Hamburg cathedrals/churches.
Then back at school our German teacher joked that she 'knew what I'd done,' and so naturally everyone starts explaining what I really had done... which also included gambling, missing mandatory meetings and folding people up in those neat beds that hinged so they were right against the wall.
Ah, great times.
No, wait, it was crap...
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