MOST people would run a mile rather than join a room full of teenagers for their school dinner.
At best, you might imagine making awkward conversation with sullen adolescents, at worst, a Grange Hill-style food fight.
What actually happened at the Michaela Community School — dubbed “Britain’s strictest school” — was certainly noisy, but not in the way you might expect.
Pupils file into lunch chanting lines from classic poetry such as Julius Caesar and Invictus.
“I am the master of my fate,” they yell. “I am the captain of my soul.”
