It was my first year of secondary school, I was 13 years old.
My year head at the time, Mr. Flannigan, flew into a rage. I can't even remember why anymore. ( I was a cheeky kid)
He screamed at me "Gavin! You have a choice to make here and now."
"You can keep taking the piss, showing up late and spend the next 5 years dossing. You know what, you will still probably do fine on the Leaving Cert."
"But if you really apply yourself then you could do great!"
I went to school 49 days that year.
What's the moral of the story?
Hey Gav, I only just read this.
The words "Fisher you idiot! Get outside" echoed through my English class.
But I done speak English good yeah?
I get your point mate. Still not going to upvote you past my comment though, lol.
Take it easy, speak soon,
Fish
I would still give you my last rollo ;)
Bahaha