I used to have a detention practically every night (I'm dyspraxic, and also a smartarse, which is a leathal combination) and i didn't mind at all. It meant I didn't have to walk home at the same time as the crowds which I hated (plus I was bullied) and I would sit around writing smartarse essays about why PE was equivelent to physical torture or how GCSE coursework was a massive waste of time and effort. Either that or I had to read textbooks, but, again, I enjoyed that.
I eventually got taken out of some lessons entirely, and got to spend the time teaching the special needs kids to read, which was brilliant, and far more interesting than colouring in maps in Geography!
The best punishment was in PE-if you messed about getting changed (and of course, me being dyspraxic, it started off as me just getting changed as quick as I could. Obviously it was soon me doing it on purpose) you didn't have to do PE and got to sit in the warm history classroom reading about exciting historical events. How that was meant to be worse than getting balls thrown at you in the freezing cold and mud by scary popular kids I have no idea.
Hmm, I still can't decide if I was a brilliant, free-thinking genius, or a self-important smartarse at school...I'm thinking the latter, as at the age of 24, I still have no degree or career, and in fact am quite happy at home with the kids, which is something I swore I would never do. I was going to be a rock and roll poet, and possibly some kind of socialist campaigner in my spare time...