At my school, the thick fuckers were put in the class ending with the letter E (1E, 2E etcetera. Get it?). These classes were so stupid that teachers didn't even try. We did, however, discover that they liked poetry when we saw pinned to the wall the finest works of 1E. 'Red Rose' 'I have a guinea called rose, his name is rather red'. Abstract or what? This led to us making up reams of similar works to amuse ourselves. Sounds elitist I know but if you can't spell your own name when you're 12 you fucking deserve it.