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He excluded me.
Swill would benefit from accepting PE is Physical Education and refraining from requesting a visit to the snooker club instead. He regularly brings in his dartboard into the common room, in place of his PE kit. If he took PE more seriously as a way to maintain fitness and general wellbeing, he may also stop doing quarterback throws every time he gets the ball on the rugby pitch.
”100%. A. A. Excellent”.
That was my peak in life. After that it was shit.
"Takes punishment well."
Trading feedback here
”In PE, Paul expends most of his energy by avoiding his teachers”
I still have that report book and it still makes me smile
"Why I became a teacher and left on the first day."
He wrote on my report that I was a 'skulking coward ' and a 'deviant' .
Wanker !
When we moved to Germany and was put in a German school where they concentrated on my strengths (STEM), I was very much in the straight A for achievement but D/E/F for effort.
Funnily enough that always seems to be the outcome of my annual review at work.
High quality output, bit with a bit more effort could achieve at the highest level. (I don't really want to get to the next level).
What they don't know is the amount of time I put into automating my Job so I have to put even less effort into it.
*West Midlands spelling.
Just crazy how many lashings were given out for absolutely nothing.
Rather like the kid in ‘Kes’ who’s simply delivering a note to the Headmaster !!
I loved drawing when I was a kid and, not wanting to blow my own bugle, was pretty good at it. I spent most of my time in other classes doodling.
In art class though I was always marked down for "not doing what I was asked us to do."
If things weren't done in pencil or charcoal she wasn't interested. I got my inspiration from skateboard mags and things like that and preferred using ink. For example, one of the first assignments was to draw a flower. The teacher said it could be any type of flower and we could even make something up. When I showed her my drawing, a flower, a bit like a vagina with teeth and a tongue sticking out she told me to do it again. So I went away and scribbled something down in a more" arty" style in a few seconds and ended up getting top marks, even though I was purposely being ironic.
That really knocked my confidence and I pretty much gave it up around that time.
Was very similar in music. The music teacher was horrible and I had no interest in playing right said Fred on a disgusting recorder.
13 Plus (failed Twice)
GCE's None.
HNC Electronics. After a Secondary Modern school!!
There was a hierarchy of tough kids down to weaklings, and good looking kids to ugly ones. Older kids would kick shit out of you until you had your growth spurt aged 13/14 and then they thought twice.
In our school we had a cinder gravel training pitch for football. It was like a cheese grater. Legs constantly scabbed up and nobody batted an eyelid, including kids, teachers and parents.
Showers after P.E were shared with teachers with their todgers out. Girls complained the female P.E teachers would watch them. Pedo's paradise.
If you did something wrong in P.E you would need to 'run the gauntlet' in the last 5 minutes of the lesson. Basically the kids would would sit down either side and you would need to run through them whilst getting battered with their training shoes (pumps!). Not too bad if you got through it, but you were fucked if you fell.
Then the TB vaccination which would painfully scab up and other kids would try to knock it off. Bloody painful when they did.
The yearly medical in primary school, where you had to stand naked in front of some doctor and nurse. WTF was all that about?
School life in the 70's/80's. It's a wonder we didn't all leave with PTSD. And if that's not bad enough our parents told even worse stories.
Oh yeah, and you dreaded it if you were ever sat next to the school bully, especially in chemistry or anywhere where there was a bunsen burner.
In fairness he was probably too busy collecting girls urine from the toilets where he would have broken the cistern so they couldn’t flush it away. He was also busy storing bananas in freezers that he put under cushions before getting his students to sit on and squash them.
He got 9 months in prison for the above when his wife found his banana stash and labelled jars of urine.
Academically was always he Could do better.
We never heard of Dyslexia in the UK until 1976
ADAD in adults 2008 .