School Days

There were two things most of the teachers in my senior school had in common:
They were old, and they were spinsters.
teacherThis one is a dead ringer for my geography teacher from 1968.

We knew times were changing when suddenly there was a male lab assistant (who ran like hell when faced with a class of drooling 5th formers), and a young maths teacher.
A few terms later, we had a total of 3 male teachers, but still the majority of staff were old and, to me, well past their sell by date.
Lessons were as dull as their pearls, twinsets and Victorian bloomers.

bloomersWe didn’t have computers, and used biros or pencils for rough work and notes, though our homework had to be written in our exercise books with a fountain pen.
If we were lucky, we’d get a field trip once a year :
a local power station
power stationThe British Museum for Tutankhamen’s exhibition
king tut
and we even went to see a castle once…. or we would have if it was still there and not a grassy knoll.

maiden castle
You may have gathered I didn’t like school.
We’ll just revise that a little and say I didn’t like Grammar School.
It didn’t help that I had to follow in my sister’s footsteps, so comparisons were always being made and I was found lacking in languages, needlework, science, cookery and sports.
Being pretty good with numbers and music didn’t count, and quite honestly I just kept my head down and tried to blend in with the classroom decor which was as grey as the uniform we had to wear.

Having a big sister at your school also has another drawback, especially if your family, like mine, didn’t have a lot of money and were relying on hand me downs for my uniform. Sadly, we overlapped by a year, so I had to have the basics anyway.
My blazer was second-hand, my overcoat 2 sizes too big (I’d grow into it), I wore a pinafore dress (which had been sister’s) instead of a skirt (yuk!) and Mum knitted my jumper. Unfortunately she got the stripes the wrong way round and in the wrong place, but I still had to wear it.
We had a winter and summer uniform, and in those days, only one outfitter catered for our school’s uniform, so naturally there was a huge mark up involved.
Today kids can be clothed very presentably and cheaply from most supermarket chains.

PE was always a nightmare for me.
I loved netball, tennis and swimming, but because I was considered too heavy, I was forced to play hockey, do athletics and gym. I could not climb a rope (even with knots in it) for the life of me, so another failure.

I have never liked the colour yellow other than how nature intended it.
Digital Camera Digital Camera
However, yellow was a key colour in my school uniform, and everyone had to have a regulation yellow dress for the summer.
One particular PE teacher was a bully and always seemed to have it in for me at every opportunity. She would make me run further than my classmates, would push me to cover the whole of the hockey field in defense, and she would ridicule me in front of everyone so it was thanks to her that I got my weight and anxiety issues.
She put on my school report that I should lose weight and try not to be so slow changing.

I remember that day.
It was a Wednesday and the annual Speech Day so we all had to wear our yellow dresses.
Being my first year, mine was second, third or possibly fourth hand as it had come from the school’s ‘previously owned’ box and was a little threadbare (you could see my underwear). Mum still had to pay for it though.
Our last lesson had been PE, and we had all been told to shower.
I was the last to come out of the changing room and Teacher pounced on me for being slow.
I wish I’d had the courage at the time to tell her that my yellow dress was two sizes too small when it had been bought for me but all Mum could afford. I had been taking care not to tear it getting dressed as it was the only one I had.
school dress


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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to School Days

  1. scifihammy says:

    As I was reading this – it reminded me so much of my own schooling – horrid teachers who had it in for you, the trip to see Tutankhamen! – that until you got to the yellow dress, I wondered if it was the same school! (Our summer dress was blue – I remember my Mum washing and ironing it over night, to wear again the next day, when I’d fallen and got grass stains on it). My art teacher particularly didn’t like me (I have a mini rant about her in “Skies of Blue” – if you’re interested!) So, school days were not the best years of my life either, but more of something to survive. I am sorry you were bullied by your teacher. It does do irreparable damage to the ego of a young girl. And no-one spoke back to a teacher in those days – so don’t feel bad about that. You survived! And you have a better life now 🙂

    • You are so right about no-one talking back to a teacher all those years ago. Today it seems to be the other way.
      I’m a firm believer that the past makes us what we are today, but I can honestly say that school had no part in the life I’m leading now (and it’s a good one). Will look up your Skies of Blue.

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