We had a teacher who was so strict that you weren't allowed to breathe in her lessons. She used to go round the front shouting, "No breathing!" You had all morning to get through. There was always a whiny kid crying, "Miss, can I go out and do some breathing?" And she said, "No, you've got all playtime to do that sort of stuff!" The whiny kid cried, "Go on miss, go on!" You could hear them going down behind you. At the begining of the week, there were 48 kids in my class, and at the end of the week, there were only 5 of them left. At the end of the week, you'd be stepping over kids just to get out of the room. "Oh no, there's Melanie! That...