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but I was actually just quite sad and alone

to ensure we don't cause debate amongst those who don't have the standard definition of 'parents'?

Also, yes. I used to go to school nurse a lot to try and get sent home but if my parents weren't home to answer the phone and come pick me up then I HAD TO STAY.

had 100% attendance one year in primary school

i wear black on the outside cos black is how i feel on the inside, mum

Easter holidays when you're off for a fortnight. Didn't pretend I was ill but I think I kicked a bucket of lego over. After the 6 week holiday you're a tiny bit looking forward to going back cos it's been ages but after that 2 week one you just wanna fucking die

and I remember a few times I rubbed my hamsters food on the carpet (it smelt of actual vomit) and threw water down so it would look like I'd boked and then I'd get the day off

and sixth form i hardly went in (but that's why i got chucked out). I never had some one saying "see how you feel" coz i would walk to school and just not go in. Mum had to have a meeting with the head and a truancy officer once and i walked out of the meeting.

BUT THATS ANOTHER STORY.

so i waited in the school sick room for my dad who was off work that day. I think he turned up about two and a half hours after i called him to get me, didn't have a reason. Just waited in the sick room whilst like 10 other sick kids came in and got picked up in the meantime. Bastard dad.

I broke my arm once, but my parents did not believe me.

My Dad took me to a Radio One roadshow, saw Kylie Minogue and Craig McLachlan.

maybe I should have just said I didn't want to go in because it made me want to die, idk.

moved to england from australia when i was 4, so spoke english but not english english. one of my first days at school in england it was nice and hot so i had a nice lie down. someone came up to me and asked if i was "poorly". having never heard that word i said "dunno". they got the teacher, who asked again if i was poorly. decided i must be poorly if everyone kept suggesting i was. called my mum into school to take me home. when she turned up i said HI MUM I'M POORLY

is it starts a bit later normally. That's my mum and dad just leaving for work now so they won't know that I'm just gonna watch the Wright Stuff and skive all day.

this translated into me understanding that
a) you always go to work when you're actually ill
and
b) don't go in when you're feeling a little tired and can't be arsed.

because: they see you when you're actually in work and you're dying, so to be off you must be fucking very ill.

and she still tears up when we remind her about it.

She tried to send me to school with two broken arms, a total of around 11 fractures if I remember correctly. The only reason she didn't actually make me go in (I'd been made to put on my uniform) was because I physically couldn't lift up my bag. So she said "OK, stay home and see if the swelling goes down. If it does, I'll drive you in at lunchtime"

By lunch time my arms had turned blue and had swollen to the point that I didn't have visible wrists. She begrudgingly took me to the doctor and the doctor said "he's clearly broken both arms, take him to A&E right away."

We were delayed going to A&E because mum spent five minutes in the GP car park crying and having a bit of a panic about being a terrible, cruel mother. Just as she calmed down, I got her to put my seatbelt on for me, then she slammed the car door and it knocked my arm and she had another meltdown.

She also sent my brother to school when he was really ill with tonsillitis. He used to walk to the bus stop with his mate Stephen, whose mum was a nurse. When he knocked on for him, Ste's mum immediately spotted that he was ill, took his temperature, noticed he had a fever, did a quick check and then got Ste's dad to drive him back home.

My mum still thinks of Ste's mum as an interfering bitch, even though my bro actually had tonsillitis and Ste's mum was a proper nurse.

Apart from the above, my mum's actually dead nice.

i mean i might have said i was sick once when i wasn't - i think i didn't want to do some work or a presentation in year 6, so was ill.

in year 7 on the first day after the christmas holidays i got to my mate's house in the morning to walk in, and his mum told me that it was an inset/staff training/Baker day whatever they're called, so i went home and went into town with my mum. the next day i found out that it wasn't an inset day and my mate's mum had realised after I'd gone home, so my mate had gone to school. My parents got wind of this so grounded me. I was not best pleased.

when I was in year 6 (primary). I sat there, terrified, thinking that if I moved then I would drip horrid, steaming hot poo everywhere when I stood up. It was ok though, it was just a hot fart.

Tried that thing in ET once too, where you put the thermometer on a bulb for ages. Ended up burning my tongue and crying. My dad just laughed, and said that if I didn't go to school NOW, then I would be grounded.

Regardless of actual illness or not, when it was time to get up, my mum would come in my room and just grab my duvet, and take it to her room. In the winter, this made staying in bed an unattractive prospect, and was quite good way of getting me to get up.

idk even if I had a bad day at school it still seemed far more interesting than being at home all day.

Must have picked something up in there as then had gastroenteritis for a week.....

One of his tricks was to put his head against the radiator to build up a temperature. He got caught doing that...

my parents got so fed up of him crying wolf, they accidentally sent him to school when he was ill with Pneumonia.

and i'd get put on a new round and ask my boss where iw as going coz i had no clue, and invariably his reply was 'just follow your nose around'