Really? I wish I ****ed my english teacher. She would even let me **** her, but at the time I was too young. Nowadays everytime I see a little blond woman on the streets I run towards her, thinking it's my ex-teacher.
We called that "third year". We didn't do SATS, three years of mucking about, select seven or eight subjects you want to pursue to GCSE's and then two years studying for the GCSE's.