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Mr. Saunders was a Chemistry teacher at Monifieth High.
I remember once I bunked off for an afternoon after a sports day or something and my rege teacher pestered me for a note for the rest of the year, even after the summer holidays she was pestering me for it. I am fairly pally with her son and wouldn't be surprised if she would still ask me for it, because she is a bitter old cow.
Jokes on her though, in second year her son moved away to America to live with his Dad because he'd had enough of her.
Also, once she phoned my parents at home because I got a punny for defying the 'one way system'* and she wanted to make sure I hadn't thrown it in the Dichty Burn (which was common practice for most). I am sure that's against some law or a code or at least I hope so.
She also tried to stop me going to school gym at lunch on a mondays, wednesdays and fridays because she wanted me to do french revision for my standard grades, I have no idea, maybe it's because she drove her son to the other side of the earth because she was a cow?
*the class I was walking to was right next to my rege room, if I hadn't walked that way I would have had to walk all the way around the school and be late for my class no doubt, which was a detention if it happened more than thrice in a week.
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