Rosie Farrell Gets Something off Her ChestNo, I didn’t go. There was no way I was going to that class. I knew that I’d pass my exams. I didn’t need to work with a group of nerds talking about poems and Shakespeare and all that crap. It wasn’t as if I was going to study English when I left school…I wanted to go to art college or study design or architecture or something like that. I don’t know really. But I knew I wasn’t going to spend my time at uni or college reading these pure mad thick books though.
It was nothing to do with the fact that Miss Croal was taking the study group. I had no real opinion about her. She just got to me. You know, rubbed me up the wrong way.
There was one time I went to school dead early. The janny had to open the doors for me. That’s how early it was. I wante
