20-03-2020, 19:15
I started Grammar School in 1963. Lots of the stuff was great and I had a lovely time finding my way round rules, but there was always an assumption that if you weren't doing well in something it was your own fault. I was in hospital for the second week of Grammar School, when I came back suddenly Algebra and Geometry had appeared. Nobody explained what fkuc was going on. I was 11, in a class with 32 other boys who I didn't even really know. Was I supposed to stick up my hand and say, "Excuse me sir, did the Mekon design this lesson, or what?" That was the end of me as a Mathematician, I just tried to get as many as I could in Arithmetic, where they still had nice, reliable numbers!
I doubt our English lessons would have engendered a love of literature in those who hadn't already found one. My dad read six or seven books a week, so I was already won over, but I remember others who were bright lads who were sort of looked down upon because they weren't naturals ……… But there are books on everything, about everything and then they were the basis of almost everything! Literature makes books into a dirty word. (Gospel according to Dev.)
I doubt our English lessons would have engendered a love of literature in those who hadn't already found one. My dad read six or seven books a week, so I was already won over, but I remember others who were bright lads who were sort of looked down upon because they weren't naturals ……… But there are books on everything, about everything and then they were the basis of almost everything! Literature makes books into a dirty word. (Gospel according to Dev.)