Skiving school

[Section_31]

Anyone have a penchant for it? I had a couple of years where I fucking hated school so used to skive all the time. My golden era was eight weeks straight.

 

I'd developed a proper method where I'd get the bus to school and it'd stop right outside, but I'd hide behind the phonebox until everyone had cleared off so my then teacher couldn't see me out the window. Then I'd make the long trek back through the park to relative safety.

 

Skiving school must be how it feels when you've just got out of prison or hospital because even mundane things like walking around a supermarket seem more fun.

 

Comet in Speke had an area called the Gamesmaster zone where they'd have the mega drive and SNES out so you could play. You'd often make fellow skiver mates for the day there. Me and this lad were in for hours once then all the consoles went dead. Some woman said she'd turned them off and that the truent officer was waiting outside for us. We wandered out shitting ourselves but there was nobody there. We looked back and she pissed up laughing.

 

The most Scouse thing ever that, even when you're skiving school, ordinary folk won't inform the authorities. 

 

If you were feeling super adventurous the airport was good pickings back then too, as it was so small there was no such thing as airside, your just went in, went the bar and watched the planes, sat off and read the paper. Nobody would question why a kid was in the airport. Good times.

[VladimirIlyich]

I just used to skive lessons,assemblies and sometimes registrations citing 'the bus didn't show up' which was a genuine excuse on some occasions.

[Chocoholic]

Looking at the title, I'm intrigued at the notion of going to a school dedicated to learning how to skive. I wonder how many would turn up every day.

[YorkshireRed]

It was tricky at my school, they were very hot on taking registrations at every lesson.

 

My skiving mostly took place, within the lesson. 
 

I did occasionally ‘make it out’. We once went to watch Leeds train, back when their training ground was adjacent to the ground.

 

Got told off by Mickey Adam’s for “wagging school”. 

[Strontium]

27 minutes ago, Section_31 said:

The most Scouse thing ever that, even when you're skiving school, ordinary folk won't inform the authorities. 

 

A notorious exception would be that Quiggins place in town which was allegedly bohemian but actually run by some Nazi. They straight up wouldn't allow you in and threatened to report you if you were wearing a school uniform. Bear in mind I wasn't even sagging off school, I just used to pop into town on my lunch sometimes.

 

[Jairzinho]

Yeah, wasn't going to many classes by the end of year 11. Would always swerve French and the like but gradually added more and more classes over the years. Was only really going to English, Maths, History and PE classes that I knew were going to be something decent in the last year. 

 

I think I just knew I'd do well in the subjects I gave a fuck about and as it was only really a route to college, and no-one would give a shit about your gcse results after, the idea of going to every chemistry class didn't really appeal. 

 

Mate of mine lived a few hundred yards from the school so we'd often just be there. The teachers knew but couldn't really do anything. They'd knock, and obviously we wouldn't answer. The police did come round occasionally, once when half the people in the house were on pills. That wasn't great. 

 

I remember when we were a bit younger, year eight I think, we once walked out to a village where my mate lived. Maybe five miles from the school. A teacher got wind of it and just picked us up about half way there and drove us back to school. That was pretty gutting. Especially as for some reason he thought it appropriate to take us to the police station first so an officer could explain to us the severity of our actions. I remember even at 13 thinking it was all a bit odd. 

 

On one other occasion we swerved a school swimming competition, got caught, had to go back to said swimming competition, and then our skiving attempt was announced over the pa system. 

 

Cross country runs were also great opportunities to just fuck off home. 

[VERBAL DIARRHEA]

Sagging school where I come from. Never did, too much effort.

[redinblack]

I would have sagged grammar school every day for the 2 years I was there, but I knew I would have just got battered there more than I already did. Once we moved and I went to comp, I never had so much fun in my life and I passed all my exams as well. Win Win.

[skend04]

I got detention once for a group of teachers wandering in to my local chippy and finding me playing on the WWF (WWE) arcade machine. It wasn't even close to the school, a good 25 minute walk. I never got caught once at the chippy that was just behind the school fields, a 5 minute walk away. Why would teachers walk for half hour to get a bag of chips?

 

That was the stupidest detention I ever received.

[Sugar Ape]

First time I sagged school I was about 12, planned it all and knew my mum was in the house all day and my dad and nan, who lived near us, were in work so went the other end of the estate from my house. 
 

About an hour after I started I walked down a street and my nan was there, who turns out wasn’t working that day, visiting her mate. Tried to blag her I was walking my mate home who was sick but she was on it straight away and bollocked me but never told my mum and dad. was shitting myself all night expecting her to come around and grass me up. 

Didn’t sag again until I was about 14 when we climbed on the roof of the Citizens advice bureau in Netherley with plans to sunbathe on the roof all day. Again, I knew my dad was in work but about lunchtime his car drove past (could see my house from the roof) and turned into our street. I panicked and jumped off the roof so he wouldn’t spot me and landed funny and fractured my foot in three places. 
 

Four of my mates carried me home, two holding my arms and two holding my legs, dumped me in my front garden then ran away. Got bollocked good and proper for that.
 

My mum also made me go to school the next day because she thought I was exaggerating my foot injury even though it was about twice it’s normal size. Got sent home because I was in agony and she made me walk the doctors because she still thought I was blagging it. 
 

Ended up going to hospital and getting my leg put in plaster and she felt so guilty about making me walk around in pain she bought me a SNES so I like to think I won in the end. 

[the chimp]

Sagged loads, sadly. I either loved subjects or hated them at school and if I hated them, I just fucked off. Went to university as a mature student and never did a full week attending all classes after the first induction week either so I can't even use the defence of it being due to a youthful phase. A lot of the time I just thought what I was being taught was a complete waste of time and that I'd never use it - which has turned out to be true. As I noted above, some subjects I did love, and if I did, I'd do really well at them, so no long term harm done. Nonetheless, not a mature or reasonable response I appreciate. 

[Mook]

Never really done it as I was scared of getting a hiding off my Dad. In second year at High School, I didn't bother with the Easter service & got pulled into the office for it when the next term started. I shat it & made the social officer promise she wouldn't send a letter home.

 

Never again.

[Ken Robber]

I came from a dysfunctional home and hated school. By the time I was about 14 I had terrible social anxiety so would barely show up. I think my attendance in one year was less than 40%. 

 

If I was skiving I would usually walk the length of Crosby beach and back listening to music. That was probably where my love for the likes of the beatles and Black Sabbath stemmed from, so it wasn't all bad.

[Bjornebye]

Me and my mate once got off the bus early and bunked the train into town on a whim. Spent all our money and couldn't bunk back from Lime St. Went to walk to Edge Hill station to bunk but just ended up walking all the way back to Prescot. Got a letter home from school a few days later and a hiding off my arl fella. Fucking shit day looking back to be honest. 

[Lee909]

Not proper skiving but in 1994, someone in our school decided to fuck up the radiators, he kept turning them all on and off. It was a proper old system with massive pipes and rads. He got so much air into the system they stopped working so the school was closed 2 or 3 days while they fixed it. So me and a couple of friends went to the local police association football pitches to see if we could hide in one of the far fields and play on a decent pitch. All was going well till a team coach turned up. It was IFK Göteborg who were staying in The Grove hotel in Watford. So they invited us over and we spent a few hours watching them train and talking with Thomas Ravelli the keeper who sat with us. This was just after he had starred in the Swedish side that got to the semi finals of the world cup, they finished 3rd

[deiseach]

Back in the day, a work colleague who was a huge Red ('was' might well apply, he was old enough to have seen Liverpool get promoted) thought it was brilliant that an Irish lad would come over to follow his club and was always introducing me to his friends. Anyway, one of them claimed he once sagged off school and headed down to Melwood where Bill Shankly invited him to watch the team train. Shanks even shared his lunch with the boy. I choose to believe this story was true, even if no pics of him leaning on anything there are available.

[Juniper]

Skived off regularly towards the end. 
 

I did also just go and play the drums in the drum room within the music department when I didn’t fancy going to a lesson, or would announce I had a drum lesson mid way though one when I got bored.
 

Usually Geography or Maths. 

 

No one ever batted an eyelid and I never got into trouble for it. The music teacher never said a word either.
 

He used to wave me in with a hello and a “Off to play the drums again, Jon?”, before I proceeded to ruin his lesson from the sound of the drums coming through the paper thin walls into his classroom.  
 

Strange how I got away with it but great times.

[Bjornebye]

11 minutes ago, deiseach said:

Back in the day, a work colleague who was a huge Red ('was' might well apply, he was old enough to have seen Liverpool get promoted) thought it was brilliant that an Irish lad would come over to follow his club and was always introducing me to his friends. Anyway, one of them claimed he once sagged off school and headed down to Melwood where Bill Shankly invited him to watch the team train. Shanks even shared his lunch with the boy. I choose to believe this story was true, even if no pics of him leaning on anything there are available.

My missus' mum tells me her and her mates used to bunk off and go down there in the late 60's and got similar treatment. Said Shanks would always come out, say hello then tell them they "should bloody well be in school not here!". 

[Bruce Spanner]

I had a 2/3 day week in school for the last two years as I managed to convince the school I had an ongoing illness, that made me lethargic and caused balack outs. It started in an RE class where I fell asleep and was apparently making a humming like noise. The teacher called me out and bollocked me, the only excuse I could think of was I had a blackout, in reality I had a joint at lunch and was wasted.

 

Anyhows the teacher obviously concerned sent me to the nurse and called my grandma to collect me.

 

I had to keep the lie up so just ran with it...

 

I had all manner of tests, ECG's, heart monitors, brain scans all of it, surprisingly they found nothing, but I knew i was on to a good thing.

 

So began the great deception.

 

My grandmother would leave for work around five AM, she worked earlies, so she would call me on the telephone to wake me up so she knew I would get up. The night before I was planning to be off I would delicately place the living room phone reciever just off centre so it would be constantly engaged when she rang. I would then go about my day and head to the library. The other way of doing it was I'd go to school and put on my best 'poorly face' and be sent home. As there was concern at school and they knew 'testing' was happening they never questioned it so my gran was none the wiser. I never got caught. I was genuinely free to do what I pleased as the school thought I was dying. 

 

I'd spend my days smoking weed, playing guitar, listening to music, reading books and watching documentaries then meet my mates on their way home from school, thereby being out of the house when my grandma returned from work.

 

Failed all my exams, surprisingly

[RJ Fan club]

5th year senior, Thursday 1st period. French. 8:50. 

 

Fuck that, I can barely speak English at that time of day.

 

Sagged that little beauty all the time, would usually sign the late book then go to the next lesson.

 

Would usually sit off in Vicky Park Crosby and have a joint with another lad who was in the same lesson.

 

Only sagged the full day a handful of times. It was too much hassle for a sick note as they always raised it at parents evening. 

[Gruntfuttock]

I skipped Tuesday and Thursday afternoons for most of the 5th year.

 

Tuesday was "Sportlng Activities" for want of a better description,you could go hiking,sailing or go to the golf range for example,so the school never really knew where you were (in my case at home in front of the Spectrum!) After missing virtually six months of the 4th year with a cross between Glandular Fever and M.E I could only just manage PE,let alone another set of sport in a week.

 

Thursday was the dreaded social studies double,double period,but as it wasn't much use to me I asked if I could go to the library to catch up on coursework from the year before,did it once or twice,realised no one took any notice and just went home after afternoon registration.If the teachers knew they never let on,maybe because I never missed proper lessons.

[an tha]

I literally never went for pretty much the whole of the last year.

 

I had a job in a shop helping the owner unpack and mark up the papers for delivery and then i did two delivery rounds myself and then after that i bagged up potatoes and worked behind the jump for a couple of hours.

 

School literally gave up after a couple of months and i just carried on doing that and then spent rest of my days in the bookies/amusement arcade.

 

[Harry Squatter]

Used to just walk out the gates and go to play footy in Coronation Park in Crosby. Did it loads of times until one man came up to us and asked why we weren't in school. One of the lads just said "fuck all to do with you yer slaphead. Fuck off"

 

Turns out he was a teacher in one of the other schools in the area and he went straight to our headmaster. Got told off for it but nothing major so we just went again a few weeks later.  We would go into the local shops and Satterthwaites bakery in Moor Lane and no one would grass us up. 

 

Sometimes I'd go home for a long dinner as my Mum started work and my younger sisters went straight to childminders from school.  I'd get out the house before they got collected and just walk around the corner pretending to have walked home from school. 

 

Another lad nicked the keys to a boiler room in our school and used to sit off in there sagging lessons drinking beer and looking at porn mags he'd nicked from the local paper shop.

 

One of the year bullies took the keys off him and went to it. Pissed all over the floor and broke the locks so he couldn't hide in there. He probably robbed his porn mags and ale as well. 

[Harry Squatter]

I once got run over outside school, well more like clipped on my heels and I went flying into a bush. My mate found it absolutely hilarious. The tithead driver who was speeding got out the car and grabbed me and started shouting at me for running across the road. A couple of people ran to my rescue as it looked like this 40 year old fella was about to punch a 13 year old. 

 

After an hour of arguing I limped back into school traumatised and said to my teacher that I'd been run over.

 

The teacher didn't believe me and told me I was sagging school playing footy in Coronation Park again. He told me to go to the headmasters office and I was in the process of getting bollocked when his phone went. His secretary said there was a man who had phoned who was worried that I would go to the police for running me over outside the school. 

 

The headmaster said he believed that I was stupid but not stupid enough to run in front of a car to get out of school. He told me that I was lucky and told me to go back to class. 

 

It was like the scene in the football factory where Danny Dyer avoids a kicking when his phone goes and his mate saves his skin from the Millwall supporters. 

[littletedwest]

My mates once handcuffed me to a railing, think they were joke ones as I eventually snapped them. Walked into French late with half a set of handcuffs hanging off me " sorry I'm late sir I've been handcuffed" 

Think it was one of the more original excuses