When I was a lot younger I had this thing called 'hatred' for after-school lesson. I'd keep my "lesson" fee and play football with my friends until the lesson was over. Sure thing our driver will be waiting at the gate and I'll walk into the car with a very innocent face as if I just finished some serious studying. It continued until my lesson teacher somehow sent a note through to my dad asking why I was not taking her "lesson". What happened when dad got to know is history and I'm sure you can guess I wouldn't be smiling afterwards. What was yours like? C'mon, share and let's have a laugh!