My Life Part One School
August 10, 2008
When I was at school my parents wanted me to have a good education in order for me to have a better life later on, when you think back to being at school you don’t seem to realise that those years are very important ones.
And can become quite easily wasted by making the wrong decisions or not putting the work in. I don’t exactly know where my school life went wrong really but when I was at the first school I went to, I seemed to take things in my stride and nothing seemed like too much effort one of the subjects, I excelled in was reading whereas a lot of people seem to struggle with that particular subject matter.
I don’t suppose you can encompass reading into any particular subject it is all part of English, reading and writing are all encompassed in the same thing, I went to a private school when I was younger the very first school that is I can’t particular remember which subjects I was good at it was such a long time ago now.
I do remember trying to do a drawing and painting, and making quite a mess and very little else, the actual school I used to go to was more like a big house as was the second private school I went to, at the first school I went to you were only able to stay there up to a certain age being a boy.
So then I had to move on to the next school I went to, I can always remember being in the gym on my very first day and feeling very nervous as to what was before me, in those days things were much stricter at schools compared to what they are now if did anything wrong at all there was more or less a zero tolerance policy.
There just wasn’t the leeway that there is today in modern schools, we used to have a thing called a homework register where you were reported so many times and then you had to come to school on a Saturday morning in full school uniform and do chores, say an essay or write a thousand times why you had done what you had done.
Other punishments were picking up litter in the schoolyard which wasn’t particularly pleasant if it had been a rainy day, or you may have to to stand under the notice board, where everybody could see you the idea behind this was to make you feel humiliated you could compare it to being in the stocks in the olden days where people would throw rotten tomatoes or fruit as punishment.
I can always remember one person who stepped out of line once and the next thing I remember was a blackboard rubber was being thrown at said individual, people these days reading this might think it’s horrendous to treat children in this way.
But you can be rest assured that there wasn’t much unruliness in the classroom, because ultimately you knew that if you stepped out of line then you would be punished accordingly so you were just too scared to step out of line.
I have to say I think the ultimate punishment that was delivered the cane if it was at all possible this was something he wanted to avoid at all costs, but inevitably this was something unfortunately I didn’t for what reason was now and I can’t think of many, I always seem to be in trouble.
Bending over a big desk which was covered in glass and having your backside whipped with a bamboo cane is extremely painful and something you would want to avoid at all costs, why quite simply you don’t want to keep repeating the process because it is so painful and you’re meant to learn from your experience.
Capital punishment these days is frowned upon but is it really surprising that our children grow up with no discipline whatsoever because they are just not bought up in a disciplined world, you do spend a large proportion of your life at school 16 years is a awful long time so it makes sense that being disciplined while you are there is not such a bad thing.
I don’t think they were many subjects I particularly enjoyed really at school although when I first started at this school I was quite good at maths, english, science and quite enjoyed religious education, because mainly we were read the Bible I suppose probably the reason for that was if there wasn’t much work involved and all I had to do was just sit there and listen to the teacher reading out the passages from the New Testament.
As far as practical subjects were concerned I wasn’t very good at those at all why like woodwork all I seem to do in those lessons is fumble about and do very little else, apart from talk to other people and watch them try and make something out of wood, I don’t know what it was about science that interested me but I always seem to get reasonably good marks in that particular subject, we used to have two write in joined up writing which I found quite horrendous, my joined up writing looked awful.
I could never quite seem to get the hang of it at all I don’t exactly know what happened at school really but I seem to remember coming back one year and been really good at things the previous year and then for some reason I just lost all interest.
I don’t know whether it’s because I had suffered from concussion one year during the summer holidays it was almost as if my brain had just become stupid and I found incredibly hard to do the simplest of things whereas before I was top of the class over quite a few subjects which I think at the time surprised a lot of people.
When I became back the following year everything seemed to go downhill I just seemed to lose interest in everything and it just seemed like so much hard work I couldn’t even do my times table I felt so stupid.
And over time was quite often isolated from other class members later on as the years went on, I don’t think it did me much good at the time being isolated with a desk on my own from other people it made me feel very left out and unwanted.
Strangely enough as I’m writing this post it seems to be hitting a nerve with me it’s almost as I can feel how it felt all those years ago being isolated on my own with my own desk near to somebody else, whom was moved from other people because he was perceived as being a bad influence also.
I can see now that maybe just that one experience did have quite an effect on me as a person otherwise I don’t think it would be making me feel the way I am whilst writing this post.
They often do say that writing is quite therapeutic and it can help you unburden hidden emotions that were there even they didn’t know they existed, perhaps it is a good thing that I am doing this blog and also hopefully people who read this will be up to relate to it as well I dare say I am not the only person whom had to deal with corporal punishment when they were at school.
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