I think I know who you are ……………. this is my space, if you don’t like it f** off ……………………………..
I trashed this post because I used words I wouldn’t normally use, but I felt so angry and that is not me, I blog for me and it helps me get though things, if it’s boring well don’t come back, if you’re inadequate dont take it out on me.
I do apologise for the words and any offence caused.
Do you remember any of your teachers?
Who had the greatest influence on you at school? I only remember two with any affection and actually listened to.
The first was Miss Wright our art teacher she was wonderful and besides teaching us about art, she also taught us how to be good human beings.
Miss Wright rocked, she was one hip chick
She was lovely she had a way of getting the best out of us all, she was the one you could talk to about anything and she would always help if she could, pastoral care in schools in my day wasn’t a top priority, or if it was I never found it, it wasn’t like it is now, you went, you hopefully learnt something then you went home.
The second was Mrs Price-White, she was our very stern maths teacher, she scared everyone even the other teachers, she always wore grey tweed suits that smelt of moth balls and carried a cane, “oh how we hated that cane” I never felt it I’m glad to say. She was an “if I am taking the time to teach you, you are going to learn” type, she had the Queens legs too, you know the ones, a five-year olds stick drawing of a lady, triangle for the skirt and legs at each point and a twenty-mile gap in between 😉
Both teachers so different and at both ends of my rainbow, that I am proud to say I knew.