I don't own the Beano or the song

Teacher walked into the classroom, paper planes, stink bombs and rotten fruit thrown in his direction. He began writing sums on the board, but no one paid any attention. Fatty was eating, Plug and Spotty were arguing, Toots and Sid were fighting over one thing or another, Danny and Wilfred were reading the Beano and Smiffy and 'Erbert were being stupid as usual.

'Class, please do these sums on the board.' Teacher yelled over the noise.

'Teach, what's the point of learning maths when we have calculators to do it for us?'

We don't need no education.

Teacher sighed 'You could all be very intelligent if you focused your minds on something other than the Beano or who's going to win a fight.'

'What's the use in that?'

We don't need no thought control.

The noise level picked again, more fights, more shouting, more not paying any attention.

'Such joys you are to teach. I can never wait to come in every morning to teach you maths and English and mark you're wonderful work.'

No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

Teacher had barely finished speaking when a football bashed it's way around the classroom, smashing the newly put in windows. He'd had enough of the kids already.

'RIGHT THAT'S IT. DETENTION ALL OF YOU. I WANT YOU ALL WRITNG LINES ON THE BOARD AND WHEN YOU'VE DONE, YOU CAN RUB IT OFF AND START AGAIN AND THEN AGAIN AFTER THAT.'

'Even me sir?' Cuthbert asked

'EVEN YOU.' Teacher has really lost it that morning.

The rest of the class sniggered and Cuthbert began snivelling.

'WILL YOU BE QUIET. I HAVE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOU, I MAY NOT COME IN TOMORROW.'

Several 'good's and 'we prefer that's followed.

'DO YOU REALISE YOU'LL GET NOWHERE IN LIFE? DO YOU NOT CARE THAT YOU'LL PROBABLY END UP ON THE STREETS? THE ONLY JOB YOU LOT WOULD BE ABLE TO DO IS CLEAN TOILETS AND YOUI PROBABLY COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT!'

Teacher's rant came to an end and by now every one was quiet.

Hey! Teacher! Leave those kids alone!

'I'm going to be a vet when I'm older.'

'No you're not, you have to go to university and study for that. That means writing and homework Loads of it.'

'I'm going to work in Poundland.'

'Yeah, all you need to be able to do is speak a few words of English and be able to press a few buttons.'

'Hey, My friend works in Poundland.'

'I want to be a model.'

'In your dreams.'

'I want to be an astronaut.'

'It's not going to happen.'

'I'm going to be a footballer.'

'I've heard that before. It won't happen.'

'I don't want to clean toilets.'

'THEN WORK HARDER IN SCHOOL AND MAYBE YOU WON'T HAVE TO.'

The bell for break time went and everyone ran outside, Teachers predictions of toilet cleaning already forgotten.

That was the future and who cared about the future?

Who cared what teacher thought?

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

The bell for the end of break time went and it was back to fighting, back to arguing, back to not paying attention. Teacher wondered why he even bothered. He sighed and walked out the classroom. When they ended up as toilet cleaners, he wouldn't care less.

Everyone cheered when he left. You could get through life by being in the Beano, right? You could just become what ever you wanted, whenever you wanted, you didn't have to pass all you're exams first, wasn't that true? Money was just given to you, like pocket money, you didn't really have to work, pay bills or buy food – that was for parents to do. You didn't have to grow up if you want to– you didn't have to be a grown up, it was your choice – wasn't that true.

And most importantly you didn't have to listen to teacher; there was no point.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

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