I went to school in North and East London and hated it, I came from a poor family so never had the things other kids had. I didn't feel I belonged so was off school quiet a lot, I left before I took exams so haven't got an 'o' Level to my name.
As the old saying goes, I learnt from the university of life. I don't think I've done too bad considering, although now I crave knowledge and love learning new things.
I loved School. I went to a boys only (BOO) Grammer School and did ok I suppose.
The problem was School didnt like me. In truth I was Expelled for crimes against humanity
1 Blowing up most of the Phyics lab. Amazing what you can do with a little enthusiasm and no understanding
2 Removing all the pannels from a Geography teachers Citroen 2cv (red) and replacing them with the Headmasters Citroen 2CV (yellow) in a mix and match pattern. Hey presto two noddy cars and the end of my education at that establishment.
However two years at the local colledge on day release with all those nice young ladies and a job company car money etc.
Now thats education
(wasnt that Paul Weller)
I went to a deservedly lesser known public school and am glad to come out of it fairly unscathed. I was, and still am, very lazy did the bare minimum to get by and they failed to spot this gave me zero encouragement, something that I remain bitter about to this day! Just think I could have been a contender!!
If you ever saw Kez, that was my education. You had thre choices if you were a lad, works down the pit, work down the pit OR work down the pit. It was worse if you were a woman....get married, get married OR get married. What little I did learn from the few I respected helped me to learn from life. And to this day I cannot ever say I needed a periodic logtable or to be able to run around some wood, in shorts.t-shirt, in the freezing depths of december....?
I went to a school where all the girls were groomed to be secretaries. I left school and became an office junior for a year which I hated and I am now really mad that I wasn't given much career guidance. I was lucky to have realised this so early on and left my job to go back into education.
And 13 years down the line, I am still being educated. I seem to just finish one course, then start another. I think I am addicted to learning.
Hhhhhhhhmmmmmmm education where do i start.
Primary school was fun fun fun all the way for me.
Junior school was great too,i was always off doing sport of 1 sort or the other.
Secondary school,now thats where the problems it was an independent grammar school in Birmingham,it was very strange to i grew increasingly bored with it especially when i found out there was an all girls school down the after a promising start here i am,i think it was my lack of wanting to comply that undid me.
Onward and upward into the Army and to college and wow.I flew through cos i wanted to learn things that were relative to what i was doing.
Education is a touchy subject. Learning is close to my heart yet I hated school - a Maltese Catholic nursery school run by nuns, three junior schools and three comprehensives.
The quality of the education I received at each of these establishments was variable to say the least but I ended up with four O levels and three A levels. I didn't get a Maths qualification until after my first degree - which incidentally was in Art History. Then I did an
My experiences of education caused me to assess my daughter's very critically. She is getting the best education that money can buy - literally. And it's worth every penny.
As for the state of the English language in the kingdom today... don't get me started! Too late, I've begun! I've been a GCSE examiner and I wielded the right to add or subtract 5% of a student's marks for spelling, puncturation and grammar. Invariably I subtracted. Then I tutored a friend's daughter who, though reasonably bright, didn't care one way or the other. She blithely repeated to me that her English teacher said spelling and grammar didn't matter. Her parents had to scrape me off the ceiling.
In fact language is so important to me I became a proofreader. I will freely admit that 'textspeak', bad spelling and sentence structure which is purely attributable to laziness is absolute anathema to me. I wouldn't denigrate anyone for their poor writing skills if they were genuinely making an effort, but those that 'cannot be arsed' are at the bottom of the evolutionary chain in my opinion.
Rant done! Oooh, I do feel better now!
Sappho xxx
Firstly, a note to aid translation from Australian to English: primary school is years 1 to 7 (ages 6 to 12). High school is years 8 to 12 (ages 13 to 17). School is (or was) compulsory until the end of year 10.
Being good at maths, I was put in a special program. We did years 8 to 10 in two years, with emphasis on maths and sciences. Our maths teacher was the best I have seen or heard of anywhere.
Unfortunately, they didn't think that while we were good at maths and science, we might not be so good at the humanities. English Literature was my downfall. The guidance people suggested that my analytical mind would be better off with that than the more creative English class. I failed miserably. I simply didn't understand what the class was about. (I have since learned. I just wasn't ready for it at the time).
Since Australian universities have a literacy requirement, I had to repeat year 12. This time I did English: clearly the right choice, as I topped the school in the first exam. That was the only class I did at school that year. The rest of my time was spent sitting in on lectures at university.
I passed English and went to study Engineering at university. By that point, I was back in line with most of the people of my age. But I'd been to most of the lectures already. I'd read the textbooks in the first week. I already knew most of the things that were interesting or useful, and was bored by the rest. I was learning more by not attending lectures or doing assignments. I didn't make it through second year.
But my hobbies had given me useful skills. I've had no trouble getting good and interesting jobs.
I'm not sorry that I went to university, as it did expose me to a lot of concepts that I wouldn't have discovered on my own. But I'm not sorry that I didn't stick with it and get a degree. I might one day, but it will be in some area completely unrelated to my working life.
You did ask.
I loved every minute of my 'schooldays'. I was blessed with inspirational teachers who took a poor kid with string round his short trousers and encouraged him to overcome his stammer. They read him wonderful tales like 'White Fang','Lorna Doone', 'Beau Geste' and 'Great Expectations'. They introduced him to poetry. They taught him that there was nothing wrong with being good at things. They gave the scruffy little bugger an awful lot: I'm so sad that I never had chance to thank most of them.
i eventually went to a mixed Grammar School with strict discipline and a thirst for excellence-especially in sport. I was-and am-proud of being part of it. I had always been the last one picked when teams were divided up at sport: heavy, slow, two left feet-everybody's laughing stock. Then one teacher looked at me and popped a rugby ball in my hands. I never looked back.
We were the Monty Python' generation, and the humour is memorable , even now. Humour was lauded as much as excellence in mathematics.
I was very, very lucky.
I left school at 16 for family reasons, to the horror of the staff that had given me so much. I regretted it for years, and, when I graduated, as a very 'mature student', I felt I had paid them back in some small way.
So, only happy memories for me-very happy indeed.
Education for me when little meant moving. I went to 3 infant and junior schools and 3 grammar and comprehensive schools. This resulted in me always having to make new friends and kids can be cruel when you are new. I remember a new junior school in Cambridge and my mates brother said to me "are you a snob". I was 10 and said "no" not even knowing what it meant but going home full of fear as to whether I had said the right thing. We moved from Cambridge to Southport and then Midalnds where didnt have a grammar school and went to a local comprehensive and I hated it. I left school with 2 o levels which was a fluke even though both my parents were academics. However, I soon realised work could be very boring. My inspiration to really move on was when I became pregnant with my first child and I decided that I needed real money to live. I started a degree and was broke at the end when I was again pregnant and decided to do a masters. I then realised that I needed to do PGCE to again do what I wanted. I started a phd a couple of years ago but never finished it as you really need to be motivated to do that. I have to say that many many of my friends did not follow my route and their experiences of the education of life is every bit as important as my quals and I am often in awe of their life knowledge. Education is personal and what I gained in my post school courses was great friends, confidence and the ability to choose what where and how I could work.
Will...slap him with ya glove, drop it to the floor then... :kick:
I, for one, am confident that there will come a time when it will Dr VenusnMars!!
isn’t it notable these days how Text Messaging and the increasing fondness kids have for scrawling graffiti everywhere is promoting a palpable revolution in phonetic spelling!!!! (Stay calm Jags and Willxx69 – stay calm!!!!)
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), this sounds like a Martini duel. Anytime, any place, anywhere! 
.....and my sword still warm from earlier tonight too! 
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