I've never been to official ones, as they look much too stuffy, but the other year I was asked to go back to QEGS and give a talk to the students.
Afterwards I was sat in the staffroom chatting to some of my old teachers, one so old that he's also taught my Dad. It just seemed very odd to be in there, being treated on equal terms, when we both knew I should really be waiting outside to be punished.
It was cool kissing my art mistress goodbye though.
That would have scored me top Brownie points back in 1978.
