In my fourth year of high school English class you were supposed to have done a minimum of five essays over the course of the year to be sent off to the exam people. These essays would contribute to your final mark alongside your exam results. As you finished each one, you'd hand it in to the teacher for checking. After missing a few hand-in deadlines, I picked up on my teacher's lack of awareness when it came to noticing pupils who hadn't finished their essays. I imagined she was treating us more like adults by putting some trust into actually doing what we were told, but of course me being the useless lazy shit I am, I took the opportunity to slack off like I'd never slacked before for the whole year.
It was the final week before the essays are sent away. The teacher paced the classroom having a look at each pupil's folder, gabbing away. Then she came to me and my completely empty folder. I told her I'd left my essays at home by accident when I was checking over them, and that I'd bring them in the next day. I think she smelled my bullshit story a mile away, as it seemed that for the first time ever noticed my existence.
The next day, I, being an aforementioned useless lazy shit, hadn't even started writing any of the essays I was supposed to have finished and double checked months prior. Business got serious and I was sent to the year head for a bollocking followed by a march back up to the classroom for a second double-bollocking from him and my teacher. It was a cold February day, for which the standard school procedure was to set the heating to about the same temperature as the centre of the sun, and I didn't even get a chance to take my hoodie off before being fired out the classroom door. That combined with being made the undisputed centre of attention meant I soon started sweating bullets. As I stank the place out, I was told to have five full essays ready by the following morning, no buts—the exam people would be coming for them.
After a night spent mostly playing shitty video games (lazy shit etc), I had two incredibly rushed and messy 'essays' at just over three A4 pages in length combined. By some cosmic miracle the exam people were forced to wait—my lazy arse was now holding up the entire school's potentially future-shaping essays—and I had two more days. I was told that if I didn't make the deadline, I wasn't to bother coming back to school the following year. My teacher was not impressed when I turned up the following day with no progress made (there was still another day left, so I didn't bother). I was given a punishment to write out on top of all the other shit I was supposed to be doing. Finally, on the rainy Friday morning deadline, I turned in my incredibly rushed (finished that morning!), soggy, and somewhat copy-pasted essays.
I ended up getting a 2 for English, 1 being the highest mark, so I must have shat gold on the exam day. I left out of sheer laziness (it started snowing) not long into my fifth year, to become the NEET I still am today. It's a good example of the type of mindset that can lead to NEETness once school finishes.