Tales Of Truancy

stefan idiot jones · 12-03-2013 12:00AM #1

Spill the beans on what you got up to and where you went on the duck from school and did the 'Mitch Man' ever catch you ?

Kylo Ren · 12-03-2013 12:02AM

Na.

major bill · 12-03-2013 12:04AM

3 out of the 5 days we would have our Year heads class in the afternoon after Big break so the register wouldnt get done til then so...........I stayed in bed!!

humberklog · 12-03-2013 12:06AM

stefan idiot jones wrote: »

Spill the beans on what you got up to and where you went on the duck from school and did the 'Mitch Man' ever catch you ?

What's with the question and none of your own anecdotes?

Did you skip the creative writing class?

Loopy · 12-03-2013 12:11AM

Went on the duck?
Ha!

We bunked off or mitched, never ducked!
Bus into town usually or mess about in someone's gaf..

12-03-2013 12:15AM

I was always a man for mitchin, when the parents caught on they drove me to school so I used to just sit on a toilet in school for 3 or 4 hours. Fall asleep with the mp3 in

When the school caught me they would suspend me occasionally, I never seen the sense in that, basically giving me an excuse to sit at home playing video games...

Became a master of Mario cart on the gamecube in these days

Jumped out of the second floor window and walked in the front door when my ma arrived home unexpectedly

There was a stretch in 4th year where we would go to a mate's house, leave a half an hour beforh his ma arrived from work, rang the house phone to see if she was there and if she wasn't go back up and doss

Loads and loads of stories

stefan idiot jones · 12-03-2013 12:16AM

humberklog wrote: »

What's with the question and none of your own anecdotes?

Did you skip the creative writing class?

I am currently employed for The Department of Education and Skills as a truancy officer.:)

12-03-2013 12:17AM

stefan idiot jones wrote: »

I am currently employed for The Department of Education and Skills as a truancy officer.:)

Sketch!

12-03-2013 12:19AM

Used to sit next to a river smoking and drinking, great times they were.

ziedth · 12-03-2013 12:24AM

I was terrible at Irish, now I mean I somehow got as far as fifth year without being able to string together a sentence. One day I just said screw it and chanced my arm going to the teacher and said I was born in England and I have decided not to sit Irish for my LC, said nothing to anyone else and just went to the library or home for the next two years during class.

By some miracle nobody ever confronted me on it and come leaving cert time I sat the foundation paper and still got a D2 as it was all tick the box questions.

dilapidating · 12-03-2013 12:28AM

Disused stairways and stolen spirits.

Ruudi_Mentari · 12-03-2013 12:38AM

I loved the sight of wastelands in the morning. Was always drawn to em, I think i knew even then it was a design for life

Seaneh · 12-03-2013 12:39AM

One beautiful April morning I was cycling to school and come to a T Junction, I'd normally turn right and cross the bridge and head to school but this faithful morning a classmate was on the right of the junction about to head the opposite direction.
I gave him a shout, asked where he was going "ah, decided I'd take a day off!". So I decided I'd join him and we both took the road away from school and cycled to a local bike shop in town and ditched out school books and crap.

We knew the lads in the shop so they let us put our bags in the storeroom. We were both wearing clothes for football training as we had it for the first 2 classes so we didn't have to worry about being spotted in the uniforms.

We took our lunch boxes, stuffed them in our training gear bags, ditch the football boots, school bags and uniforms and cycled from Athlone out the ballymahon road towards Ballykeiran, took the back roads and did a little spin around the lake for a few hours before turning into the old SGS hotel and marina and decided we'd eat the lunch there and feck around for a bit.

We climbed up onto the roof of the MV Goldsmith, which was a massive river boat that had a bar and restaurant and was used for praties and weddings and stuff. We sat up on the roof enjoying the sun, talking ****e and eating our hang sangwiches and drinking out bottles of cub orange and laughing at all the gob****es stuck listening to Gerry Ó Conámha and Damo Phelan screaming through their classroom walls at eachother while we enjoyed ourselves.

We finished the lunch and decided we'd search around the boat for a bin to get rid of the tinfoil and bottles and orange peels and ****e so we climbed down the stairs on the far side of the boat and low and behold the door into the boat was open we in we go and start exploring the inside of the boat. No sooner were we inside than we discovered the bar, still half stocked from whatever function they'd had the night before. And being young lads with nothing better to do and no sense, sure feck it, we nabbed a few bottles of cider and sat in a quary down the road drinking them. Spent the next 4 hours getting ****ing rat arsed drunk before climbing back on the bikes heading back to the bike shop to collect our stuff.

Was a great day

Ruudi_Mentari · 12-03-2013 12:44AM

Home truancy was the greatest temptation

my mother would come in for her lunchbreak, and catch me planking on the underside of the dining table. everytime.

Ruudi_Mentari · 12-03-2013 05:06AM

When I was in ballyfermot college, a few of us would abscond and sometimes we would go to an old hippy's basement council flat off Camden st. He looked like David Bellamy but had a growroom like Howard Marks.

im invisible · 12-03-2013 07:44AM

I never really went on the mitch, had more craic winding the teachers up in class,

AnonoBoy · 12-03-2013 08:57AM

Sirsok wrote: »

I was always a man for mitchin, when the parents caught on they drove me to school so I used to just sit on a toilet in school for 3 or 4 hours. Fall asleep with the mp3 in

Damn kids. Back in my day we had to lug an 8 track or record player into school with us if we wanted to fall asleep listening to music. :mad:

joe stodge · 12-03-2013 09:57AM

Went on to the bonk out it howth one spring day, we went to the harbor and were messing about on the rocks at the end of the pier.

One of the lads slipped and fell in with his bag, we managed to get him out but he had to get the train home on fairly cold day drowned and then explain to his mam why his books/himself were soaking and stank of the sea. Little prićk ratted us all out.

Lollipops23 · 12-03-2013 10:02AM

Never actually went on a full day- only the odd class here and there (usually Irish or PE). Think because I was generally well-behaved they tended to believe me if I told them I wasn't feeling well etc.

Now college was another story...one day the entire class bunked off for the afternoon and we went to see Casino Royale

Banjo String · 12-03-2013 10:10AM

In fifth year, we had to ask for the key to the toilets, due to teenagers smoking in it and what not.

Anyway, one very intuitive lad copied the toilet key, which also had an attic door leading to the roof space.

This led to a few of us, skipping the odd class, in favour of playing cards in the roof space.

Cue one day, Mr Hastings the history teacher let him self into the toilet, and four of us 'mitchers' staring down through a 2 ft x 2ft hole in the ceiling, watching him guffaw, & scratch his tiny Mickey.

Scarred me for life. :eek:

weiland79 · 12-03-2013 10:25AM

Friday's used to be the day i'd bunk off school. My grandmother used to go into town shopping every week so i knew i could spend the day there as she wouldn't be home until the evening.
One Friday a friend of mine from another school joined me. At around 11 o'clock my mate went into the downstairs loo to drop the kids off. While he was in there i heard the side gate bang closed and knew straight away i was rumbled.
It was my mother.

Balls!

Anyway in she comes finds me in the sitting room, much shouting and roaring ensues while my mate sits in the WC with his trousers around his ankles actually sh!tting himself.

I didn't mention this fact to my mother who frog marched me out of the house and back to school, leaving my friend to ponder the errors of his ways, alone in my granny's house.

He made good his escape out the kitchen window and back to school.

Chairman Meow · 12-03-2013 10:40AM

One thing about being a grown up that i miss, is going on the mitch. Every time felt like an adventure.

I used to take entire days off, and walk from my house for about an hour down to Dollymount, and just chill out on the benches on the beach, even in bloody winter.

sometimes id head to the park and have a go on the swings. That was the last time i ever went on a swing, at age 16

smash · 12-03-2013 10:45AM

Dafuq is a mitch man?

Plazaman · 12-03-2013 10:56AM

stefan idiot jones wrote: »

I am currently employed for The Department of Education and Skills as a truancy officer.:)

Rabble rabble bloody public servants...... rabble ye have it too good..... big money.... rabble, rinse and repeat :pac:

We had 2 good weeks of mitching in the school attic (door was left unlocked after some maintenance work). All was going well until "Big Bunny" Carter* crashed through the floor into a maths class, breaking his arm and dislocating a shoulder of the student under him.

Don't know how many times he was told - Walk on the beams Bunny not the roof ya thick shíte.

*Bunny is residing somewhere in Canada now so he'll hardly see this

Davyhal · 12-03-2013 11:27AM

Used to go mitching in the playground up the road and share out one box of Benson and Hedges between us... absolutely freezing our nuts off, but we felt we were the sh!t!!

Probably would have preferred to have been in the warm classroom in my usual seat down the back where the teacher wouldn't bother us.

demanufactured · 12-03-2013 11:40AM

My school was 5 mind from my house and the old Athlone - Mullingar rail line went by the back of our estate..we used to match on it as no one would ever be on it during the day.
Myself and a mate were on it one day and decided to start walking to see where we would end up.
We walked all the way to moate in the pissing rain.
Had to turn around and walk all the way back again.

stefan idiot jones · 12-03-2013 11:45AM

smash wrote: »

Dafuq is a mitch man?

The Mitch Man was our truancy officer everyone called weasel who would stalk and hunt us down when we had more important things to do than going to school.
Sneaky fu*ker he was, caught me twice, not a bad return for what I got away with though.

Pumpkinseeds · 12-03-2013 12:08PM

Occasionally when I was in secondary school I'd have a 'duvet day'. Both of my parents worked so I'd go home, make a coffee and go upstairs in case either of my parents came home. The trick was to fill the kettle with cold water after making my coffee. A hot kettle is a dead give away. Never got caught although there were a few close calls:D

stefan idiot jones · 12-03-2013 12:36PM

If we were late for registration we had to get a 'late note' signed by all the teachers that morning to hand in at the afternoons registration. Sometimes I used to tell my teachers that I had missed registration, get a late note signed then use that as a free pass for the same day the following week.
As my parents were divorced my Mother would be the one with correspondence with the school, however sometimes my 'Father' would write an absence note as I couldn't forge my Mothers writing.
Simon Whites house was a regular to watch a dirty film on VHS.

Oink · 12-03-2013 01:03PM

Lucky feckers. How ye all managed that I don't know.
For us it was no absence without a note, no note without forged signature, no forged signature without a bowllicking. That's probably the only reason i got my LC anyway so I suppose I can't complain.

Turtyturd · 12-03-2013 01:08PM

Went into Dr Quirky's once, by the time we got the bus, and had two games of streetfighter we had no money left and spent the day bored out of our heads.

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