Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Best Friend, Childhood, Malc, Rich, School on Sep 4th, 2010
Rich’s loyalty, support and protection helped to make the worst day of my young life almost tolerable. I was seven years old, had moved to the second block of the class and had already secured my place at the back right hand desk. Nobody was going to take that away from me, ever! One morning [...]
Posted in Best Friend, Childhood, Malc, Rich, School on Sep 2nd, 2010
Rich and I devised a naughty trick to play on Mrs Chalfont, the Infants Teacher. When she got cross with us for whispering to each other she called my name then Rich’s. I stood up but Rich didn’t and when she got even angrier I said innocently “But, Miss Malcolm Richard is my name.” That [...]
I was amused to read on the BBC website that there is concern in Wales over the fact that women teachers outnumber men by a ratio of three to one. I’m actually astonished, in these paranoid times that any man who values reputation and liberty would even contemplate a career in teaching. To illustrate my [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Aug 21st, 2010
There were times at Grammar school when I really did seem to go out of my way to court unpopularity; usually with a flagrant display of elitism. In lower Sixth Form those of us studying French Literature for A Level were invited to the University of Sussex at Brighton for a day of study along [...]
Posted in Achievement, Public Speaking, School on Aug 15th, 2010
You may have got the vague impression that I didn’t like my school very much and you would be right. Whether I’d have been any less bullied and unhappy at any of the other Grammar Schools that offered me a place is moot. Wherever I went I’d still have ginger hair, a “funny” Scottish surname [...]
Posted in Anger, Mental Archaeology, School on Aug 3rd, 2010
My best friend and I had already organised a post exam 3 week cycling trip in the West Country, with a 2 or 3 day stop at my Nan’s included, so I didn’t have time to fret over the slow progress with the grant application. That holiday was quite an adventure itself so I’m not [...]
The first setback came just before O Levels actually started. I didn’t get the scholarship not, they assured me, through any lack of ability, simply because those scholarships were very limited and heavily oversubscribed. I was reassured that if the grant was forthcoming then there was a place waiting for me at Dartington so I [...]
Posted in Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jul 29th, 2010
I’d made my decision so on Thursday I turned up for my viola lesson and gave my teacher the good news, she was delighted. How does a nearly 16 year break something like that to his parents? The only thing to do was talk to the one Master that I completely trusted. The man who’d [...]
Posted in Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jul 28th, 2010
OK, back to the list and a pretty horrendous sequence of events, even by my extreme standards. This was something that started out being very good and degenerated into something very bad. It’s going to take more than one post to tell this story because the details are important. In February 1969 I sat my [...]
Posted in Discipline, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 26th, 2010
The fact that I was never caned at Grammar School is a debt I owe to one man, Norman Lucas the Headmaster at Midhurst. By being my Headmaster that man saved me from setting some sort of record for beatings. “Luke” as he was affectionately, and I mean that sincerely, known was determined that corporal [...]
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