Last week I had one of those "Why I'm glad I don't teach kids any more" moments.

I do a bit of exam invigilation in a secondary school that, until a couple of years back, had the worst exam results in the country. I was invigilating an art exam, which is slightly different to normal ones in that in runs for two days. It had got to just before lunchtime on the second day, and one or two of the students were getting a bit fed up.

The teacher said to one of the girls:-

"Sheryl, who don't you try to get that section finished off before lunch?

Sheryl replied:-

"Oh, Miss, do I have to? I can't be arsed!

Teacher replied:-

"I beg your pardon, Sheryl?"

Sheryl:-

"Sorry, Miss. Worra meant to say was 'I can't be bovvered!"