» Thu Dec 30, 2010 1:57 am
I was about to say "No, I was a good kid!", then I remembered Art. I never was very good at art, didn't have any talent nor inclination. Come the end of the final year, we were each given a sheet of paper and asked to write down the scores for all the art pieces we'd done.
Now, I didn't have a clue, and I hadn't even done most of them, so I did what every sensible person would do and wrote down "A" for every piece, knowing the teacher would see it, laugh, and then give me something I deserved like an F. That didn't happen, I got an A.