Rob Beckett

Yeah, yeah, we had it in secondary school.

Not primary.

While sitting my exam, there was, much to my delight, a fire alarm.

The exam wasn't going well, but this gave me an opportunity to escape.

When returning back to the hall, and they said we have an extra half an hour added on, I decided I was going to make a break and leave.

Upon leaving, I was greeted by Miss Smith shouting and me to get back in the room.

I refused and swiftly made my way to my dad's classroom.

He called me later that evening to tell me Miss Smith had called him and broken up with him because she said he had taken my side and couldn't be with him because of this incident.

My dad sounded very laid back about the situation, even found it quite funny and said something along the lines of, she won't mean it.

Safe to say his instincts were right and 15 years on, they're still together and we do get on very well.

Oh, okay.

Well, not Fat Miss Smith.

Thank you for keeping me sane while looking after a four-year-old and a feral one-year-old and on.

There you go.

You're all set.

And on.

If you want to use Miss Smith for all of your anonymous female teachers, I wouldn't regret it.

I feel sorry for Miss Smith.

Good luck with a new venture, Shannon.

Hello, you sexy and relatable trio.