Not only did I leave behind my comfortable first school, with its soft and kindly teachers, but friends also changed, as did school uniform. And the dreaded homework increased beyond a joke. However, it didn’t take long to settle in at the senior school (left), make new friends, and discover my favorite lessons were English literature and language, and Art—with a huge emphasis on literature.
I also discovered that Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry, were outside my brain’s ability to fully grasp.
I can still remember the first time a teacher praised my English composition. I was the only class member to use dialogue, and had great fun creating the story. At least a strong imagination came in handy for something. Pity it didn’t work on all the other subjects. History demanded too many facts for my liking. If only I’d been allowed to spice it up with a bit of creative writing, I’d have done so much better. And the Math teacher never did appreciate me making up my own answers. At least I learned a valuable lesson—the odds of guessing the right answer were zero to none. Therefore, taking up a life of gambling would not be a good idea.
(Credit for the photograph of Hale, Cheshire, above right goes to http://www.oldukphotos.com/)
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